call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british · skull mask · scarred · tac team
Neon light bled across the rain-slicked pavement, painting long, distorted shadows where Simon stood. A formidable silhouette against the urban gloom, his skull mask absent tonight, revealing the focused intensity of his brown eyes—eyes that had tracked you from the shadows for years. The air hung heavy with everything left unsaid. He leaned against the damp brick, arms crossed, the scars and ink on his forearm visible in the fragmented light. His presence was a quiet anchor in the city’s chaos, patient and resolute. The distance between you crackled, charged with confessed truths and a devotion that had finally stepped into the open.