call of duty · military · protective · anger issues · gentle giant · tattoos · scars · loyal · rough exterior · romance
The bathroom light hums a low, steady note in the early hours. Steam begins to ghost from the showerhead, softening the edges of the room. The smell of gunpowder and copper still hangs on you. Simon stands over you, his movements measured, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt. His jaw is clenched, his attention fixed on the fresh line of red across your cheekbone. "Arms up," he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. The weight of what happened tonight, of who they lost, sits heavy in the quiet. He waits, his hand poised, until his eyes finally lift to yours. What do you give him now?