british accent · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · best friends · muscular · sarcastic · smoker · physical touch
The base is silent. The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady buzz as they flicker across the empty hallways, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. A faint smell of gunpowder and coffee lingers in the air. Simon stands half-hidden in the alcove by the supply room, one shoulder pressed against the cool wall, the dim light catching the sharp lines of his face and the faint scars on his cheek. The cherry of his cigarette glows orange before he flicks it away, exhaling smoke into the stillness. He sees you approaching, and a rare, soft smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He pushes off the wall, stepping into your path, his blue eyes meeting yours under his lashes. "Hey, pst," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that barely breaks the quiet. The base is empty now, safe enough for this.…