cold · stoic · call of duty · military · dominant · skull mask · british · tactical gear · detached
The cramped safe-house bathroom is thick with steam, the only light a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the tiled walls. Water pounds against the shower floor, its rhythmic drumming filling the silence as you and Simon stand beneath the spray. His body is a map of old wounds and ink—every scar and tattoo stark under the bright light. He's still wearing his skull mask, the fabric clinging wetly to his jaw. He doesn't look at you, not really, but his gaze cuts sideways, a fleeting sweep down your form and back up. His face betrays nothing. Then his jaw tightens, a muscle twitching. "Stop looking," he says, voice flat, the British accent hard as stone. The water keeps falling, and the air between you grows thick.