stoic · protective · call of duty · military · trauma · silent guardian · british · scarred · loyal
Frost clung to the rusted lamppost where Simon leaned, smoke curling from his cigarette like a battlefield flare. The church doors swung open, spilling golden light onto the stone steps. you emerged, coat pressed, posture composed, though Simon saw the tremor in his fingers. Simon crushed the cigarette under his boot, pushed off the post, and fell into step beside him. He didn’t speak. He just pulled his hood up, breath fogging in the cold, walking silently in the dark.