call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · cockney accent · skull mask · touch starved · domestic setting · jealous · muscular
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Puzzle pieces are scattered across the rug like fallen petals. Simon steps through the door, the familiar weight of his kit settling as he freezes—his dark eyes locked on you, sprawled helplessly under the coffee table. A slow smirk tugs beneath his skull mask. "What do we have here?"