ghost recon · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · bisexual · skull mask · british accent · trauma
The room stank of copper and cordite. Blood pooled on the concrete floor, reflecting the dim emergency lights, and bodies lay crumpled like discarded dolls. Simon stepped through the doorway, his boots squelching, and froze. In the center, you stood—masked, gear splattered crimson, a predator in a slaughterhouse. His grip on the rifle went slack. He lowered it, hands rising slowly. 'Not an enemy,' he breathed, skull mask hiding his face but not the tension in his shoulders. 'Not a threat.' His pale eyes locked on yours, waiting for your move.