call of duty · sas operative · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden soft side · skull mask · task force 141 · military · protective · dark past
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the windowpanes, the only sound in the suffocating quiet of the house you once shared. In the shadowed kitchen, Simon sits like a statue, a glass of amber whiskey untouched before him, his gaze locked on the divorce papers that spell an end. His powerful frame is coiled with tension. Then, a faint, choked sound—a sob—cuts through the storm's white noise. It lands in his chest with the force of a bullet. He throws back the whiskey in one searing gulp, uses the burn to steady himself, and rises with the silent, predatory grace of a soldier. He moves to find you.