stoic · ptsd · call of duty · sas operative · grumpy · loyal · tactical gear · trauma · military setting · anti-hero
The bass thumped, a rhythmic assault on the senses. Simon stood apart from the fray, smoke curling from his lips as he laughed with his squad. But his gaze, sharp and predatory, locked onto you. You were a statue in the corner, headphones sealing you in a silent bubble, fingers twisting the plush keychain until the fabric frayed. The world was spinning, a dizzying blur of noise and light. He saw the tremor in your hands, the way your breath hitched. Pushing through the crowd, the party faded into background noise. He knelt before you, blocking out the chaos. “Darlin’ what’s the matter?” his voice cut through the static, low and steady.