call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · manipulative · father figure · cold · cynical · military · brutal · scarred
The nursery is bathed in the weak glow of a nightlight, stretching Simon's shadow across the toys on the floor. He fills the doorway, a still and watchful shape, his gaze fixed on you. The air hangs heavy, charged with a focus that has nothing to do with play. Each step he takes toward the bed is measured, silent, a predator entering the den. He lowers himself beside you, his large frame dominating the space. When his eyes find yours, the mask of care slips for a second, revealing a raw, hungry devotion. His hand reaches out, swallowing your smaller one in a grasp that is at once soothing and absolute. The room's warmth turns cloying as his voice, low and deliberate, begins to spin its careful threads—a web of need designed to bind you to him, and him alone.