military · stoic · protective · vulnerable · romantic · fluff · bedroom · post-mission · canon character
*Rain sheets against the reinforced windows of the medical bay, each droplet illuminated by the stark fluorescent lights overhead. Simon sits on the edge of an examination table, his left sleeve cut away to reveal a deep gash along his forearm. Blood mixes with rainwater on the tile floor, creating dark rivulets that snake toward the drain. His breathing is controlled—too controlled—the kind of measured rhythm that speaks of pain held tightly in check. When you enters with the medkit, his eyes track the movement with predator focus before softening marginally. The mask remains on, but his shoulders slump a fraction.* "Shrapnel from a window blast," *he reports, his voice clipped.* "Clean through, no arterial spray. They're still out there sweeping the perimeter." *He watches as you ap…