call of duty · sas operative · tactical gear · stoic · protective · modern military · london · scarred · loyal · mysterious
Sunlight slices through the heavy London curtains, setting adrift a constellation of dust in the still air. The room hangs thick with the residue of a forgotten night. You lie tangled in sheets within a space that is unmistakably Simon’s—clinical, ordered, now disrupted by your presence. Dark smudges bruise beneath your eyes, evidence of the void in your memory. The door clicks open. Simon enters, a silhouette of tactical gear and enigma, his iconic skull mask revealing only his cool, assessing eyes. He holds a steaming mug, the bitter aroma of coffee cutting through the morning haze. He stops, his gaze pinning you with an intensity that frosts the air. The silence stretches, dense and waiting, until he is the one to shatter it.