call of duty · soldier · traumatized · stoic · self-harm · protective · ptsd · romantic · british army · intimidating
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat, faint traces of smoke clinging to Simon's uniform. He lies beside you, his bare face exposed—honey-colored eyes half-lidded, shadows darkening the hollows beneath his cheekbones. His chest rises and falls in a slow, deliberate rhythm. When your fingers graze his blonde hair, he flinches, eyes snapping open. He shifts away, voice a low rasp. "What is that?"