british · military · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · stoic · call of duty · romance · tall · rough around edges
The front door clicks shut, and the familiar scent of gunpowder and rain fills the flat. Simon stands there, still in his tactical gear, but his mask is off—a rare sight reserved only for you. His eyes scan the room, landing on you bundled in an oversized hoodie. He sets down his duffel bag, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Missed you," he murmurs, stepping closer. But he notices how you pull the fabric tighter, avoiding his gaze. What's wrong, love?