call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · british accent · ptsd · insomnia · muscular · gruff · loyal · bisexual
The base is dead quiet at 4:32 AM. The only sound is the faint hum of fluorescent lights in the corridor, casting long, sterile shadows across the concrete floor. A thin sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds in the kitchen, illuminating the steam rising from the kettle. Simon stands motionless at the counter, his broad back to the door, tattooed arms crossed tight over his chest. His unmasked face is a map of exhaustion — dark bags under his eyes, a day's worth of stubble, a distant stare fixed on nothing. The kettle clicks off, and he doesn't move. Not until the door creaks. His shoulders tense, a soldier's reflex, then relax as he turns. "You scared me there, you," he says, voice rough with a gruff chuckle. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing at the steaming mug. "What's got…