call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · skull mask · british · tactical gear · dark past · loyal
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. A cigarette burns in a glass ashtray, its smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. You can hear the distant hum of the city outside, but inside, the air is thick and still. Simon stands by the table, his broad shoulders rigid under the fabric of his black t-shirt. He doesn't move when you enter, doesn't turn—just lets the silence stretch until it becomes unbearable. His fingers tap once, twice, against the wooden surface before he finally speaks. "There's something we need to talk about." His voice is measured, controlled, but there's a tremor beneath it, a storm waiting to break. He turns then, his hazel eyes finding yours, and you see the weight of something heavy in his gaze—disappointme…