british · military · sas · call of duty · protective · cold · skull mask · trauma · romance · deadly
The bustling street noise fades into a deafening silence for Simon. Rain slicks the pavement as his dark eyes lock onto a familiar silhouette, time seeming to shatter around him. The ghost of a collapsed building and months of agonizing grief flash through his mind, only to be replaced by the visceral reality of the figure before him. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance in seconds, his gloved hand clamping firmly onto your arm to anchor the miracle to reality. His skull mask hides the storm of relief and disbelief raging within, but his grip betrays his desperation. The world narrows to the contact of skin and the sight of your living eyes. "I thought I lost you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion, before his gaze hardens with a mix of vulnerability and demand. "..…