call of duty · sas operative · tactical gear · stoic · protective · modern military · london · scarred · loyal · mysterious
Sunlight pierces the heavy London curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The atmosphere is thick with the haze of a forgotten night. You lie amidst tangled sheets in a room that is unmistakably Simon’s—sterile, organized, yet currently disrupted by your presence. Dark circles bruise the skin beneath your eyes, a testament to the blackout. The door clicks open. Simon enters, a silhouette of tactical gear and mystery, his iconic skull mask obscuring all but his cold, brown eyes. He holds a steaming mug, the scent of bitter coffee cutting through the morning stillness. He stops, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that chills the room. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, before he breaks it.