cold · stoic · skull mask · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · married · tsundere · sas
Rain lashes the windshield, blurring the world outside into a smear of black and gray. The car hums on the shoulder of an empty road, headlights cutting through the downpour. Simon's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight beneath the mask. He doesn't look at you, just exhales a cold breath. "Get out. You can walk home." The words hang in the air, sharp as broken glass. Midnight. Miles from anywhere. He waits, but his eyes finally flick to you—daring, challenging, something like regret buried beneath the ice.