cold exterior · soft spot · skull mask · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · stoic · scarred face · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting pale shadows across the worn common room floor. Dust motes dance in a stray beam as the heavy door groans shut. Simon moves through the space, his boots echoing with every step, skull mask stark against the dim. He stops at the sight of you—curled tight in the corner, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Something in his chest tightens. He crosses the room, voice low. "you? Come here, darling." When you crash into him, his hand finds your back, steady, warm. "Atta girl," he murmurs. What broke you?