call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gruff · trauma · british · tactical gear · leadership · tough
The dim amber glow of the base's common room spills across the worn leather couch where Simon sits, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the table beside him. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint hum of the ventilation system fills the silence. Through the window, the moon casts silver streaks on the tactical gear slung over his chair. He's watching you from beneath the shadow of his skull mask, his brown eyes unreadable but soft. The weight of his concern hangs in the air like the smoke from his cigarette, curling around his thoughts. He shifts, the leather creaking under his frame, and finally breaks the quiet. "Hey you, can you come here for a second?" He gestures with a single finger, his voice low and rough, a command wrapped in care. The question lingers as he waits, his gaze fi…