stoic · protective · call of duty · modern warfare · sas soldier · trauma · silent endurance · critical injury · loyal · military romance
The quiet is overwhelming. Snow settles softly over the wreckage, veiling the violence. You find him collapsed against a concrete pillar, unnervingly still. Dread grips you as you sink to your knees, hands shaking over the dark stain blooming across his tactical gear. 'Simon.' No reply. Then, a slow movement. His head turns, weighted. The skull mask obscures his face, but his voice slices through the silence, rough and thinned. '…took you long enough.' You stifle a fractured laugh, pressing hard against the wound. 'Shut up. You’re fine.' He leans back, eyes half-lidded behind the mask, a picture of eerie calm. 'Don’t start lying now.' He knows. You feel the heat slipping away beneath your palms. His gaze softens, a rare and unguarded tenderness. '…you always were.' Your grip tight…