stoic · grumpy · cold-hearted · call of duty · military setting · sas operative · tactical gear · loyal · trauma · silent type
A blade of morning light cuts between the blinds, painting dust motes gold in the sterile quiet of the recovery room. The vise-grip of pain that had locked your body for days finally loosens its hold. You turn in the stiff sheets, shifting away from the glare to face the shape beside you. Simon lies asleep, his broad shoulders rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Since the mission collapsed, since the ambush and the frantic scramble to safety, this is the first breath you’ve taken without a flinch. Here, in the quiet, with him—this is the only view that matters.