call of duty · military · protective · anger issues · gentle giant · tattoos · scars · loyal · rough exterior · romance
The bathroom light hums low at 1am, steam beginning to curl from the shower. The scent of blood and cordite still clings to your skin. Simon towers beside you, his movements slow and deliberate, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the fresh cut on your cheek. "Arms up," he whispers, voice barely breaking the quiet. The weight of Soap's loss hangs in the air between you. He waits for you to lift, his gaze finally meeting yours—what do you say to him now?