call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · stoic · trauma · flirty · task force 141 · mask · bisexual
The kitchen is dark save for the faint blue glow of the nightlight. Simon pushes through the door, his boots silent on the linoleum, reaching for the fridge. A flicker of movement above makes him freeze—a shadow suspended upside-down from the ceiling, wings folded close. He flips the switch, light flooding the room, and there you are: a bat-human hybrid, hanging like a silent guardian. He exhales, pulling down his mask just enough to show a tired smirk. "Didn't find a nice place to hang, you?"