stoic · dominant · jealous · task force 141 · military · trauma · possessive · skull mask · call of duty · rough
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows on the worn leather couch. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights outside into smears of gold and red. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and tension, a silence that hangs heavy between two figures. Simon stands by the fireplace, his broad back to you, the muscles in his shoulders taut beneath his black t-shirt. His skull-print mask is pulled down, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, the stubble dark against his pale skin. The only sound is the crackle of the fire and the ragged rhythm of his breathing. He hasn't spoken since the argument ended, but the air still vibrates with unspoken words. Slowly, he turns, his brown eyes finding yours in the dim light. They're tired, haunt…