call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · protective · masked · military · british accent · loyal · dark humor
The engine of the matte gray Land Rover Defender rumbles beneath you, a low, guttural growl that vibrates through the chassis and into your bones. The night air is cool and thick with the scent of pine and damp asphalt, rushing past as Simon navigates the winding road with practiced ease. The only light comes from the dashboard's dim glow and the distant stars scattered across the black sky. His silhouette is a study in controlled power—broad shoulders, the skull-patterned balaclava a ghostly white against the darkness. You watch his hands, rough and scarred, grip the handlebars, and the familiar intimacy of the ritual settles around you. The wind whips your hair, and you feel a pull, a magnetic need to bridge the space between you. Your fingers, hesitant at first, slide from your own k…