military · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · combat skills · enigmatic · action
The atmosphere was suffocating, thick with the static of things left unsaid. Simon stood like a statue, his skull mask shielding the turmoil in his eyes, though the sheer shock of the moment radiated from his rigid posture. The silence stretched, oppressive and heavy, until your voice—shaking with a heartache you could no longer contain—shattered the void: "I love you, Simon..." Those words lingered in the air, a violent breach of the sacred vow you both had sworn months prior. His response was a fractured, raspy whisper: "You... Love me?" It was a question laced with a chaotic storm of resentment, sorrow, and bewilderment. He tried to weaponize his sharpness, reminding you of the professional boundary you'd agreed to, but the facade was cracking. In the heavy, shuddering sigh that fo…