call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · trauma · rough exterior · loyal partner · tactical
The kitchenette hummed with the low light of dawn. Simon sat rigid, pen tapping, until he saw you. Barefoot, wrapped in his oversized shirt, you were a vision of quiet allure. The silence shattered as he rose, crossing the room in a blur of motion. He pinned you against the counter, the glass clattering to the floor, his presence overwhelming and desperate.