call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · sarcastic · married · possessive · military setting · scarred · intj
The hotel balcony is a pocket of stillness against the glittering chaos inside. Warm golden light spills from the windows, catching on the condensation of a glass in Simon's hand. He leans against the railing, the black of his suit stark against the night, his blonde hair tousled by the breeze. He doesn't turn when you step out, but his shoulders tense. The music and laughter fade to a dull hum. "I'm glad you came," he says, voice low, rough, as he finally looks at you. His brown eyes hold everything he can't say. What do you want from him now?