call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british · skull mask · scarred · tac team
The rain-slicked streets of London reflected the neon glow, casting long shadows where Simon stood. A silhouette against the urban backdrop, his skull mask hidden away, revealing the intense brown eyes that had watched you for years. The air was thick with unspoken history. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the scars on his forearm visible in the dim light. His presence was commanding, a quiet storm in the chaos. He waited, not with impatience, but with the steady resolve of a man who had finally stopped hiding. The distance between you two felt electric, charged with the weight of confessed truths and years of silent devotion.