call of duty · sas operative · skull balaclava · emotionally closed-off · fiercely protective · gentlemanly · trauma survivor · task force 141 · smoking · whiskey drinking
The barracks door clicked shut, sealing the humid air of the room with the scent of tobacco and musk. Simon stood in the dim light, a towering silhouette against the shadows. With a casual shrug, he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing the landscape of scars and ink that mapped his violent history. He turned his back, exposing the fresh, red-rimmed wound on his trapezius muscle. Beneath the translucent secondskin lay a stark, black-and-white heart, carved with realistic precision. Inside the ribcage of the ink, your initials were etched in delicate script. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of a confession he refused to speak aloud.