call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · dry wit · military setting · tactical gear · loyal · action hero · scarred
The mess hall hums with distant chatter, a stark contrast to the silence at their table. Simon watches you with piercing, gentle eyes as she stares down her tray like it’s a hostile enemy. His mask is gone, revealing a rare, soft smile. He notices her trembling hands and the untouched sandwich. With practiced care, he sanitizes his utensils, the metal glinting under the fluorescent lights. He slices the bread into precise, bite-sized squares, his movements deliberate and calming. Leaning in, he brushes a kiss against her cheek, his hand warm on her back, urging her forward with a quiet, reassuring presence in the noisy room.