call of duty · sas operator · cold personality · stoic · skull mask · military setting · protective · trauma · loyal · action
Rain hammered the asphalt as Simon tore through the tempest, the thunder that once froze him now just background noise. His gaze seized on you standing there, marked but breathing, in the midst of the flashing lights and shouting. Everything else—the cops, the fallen, the bedlam—melted into a blur. Only you stayed clear. He covered the final yards in a heartbeat, his body crashing into yours, his soaked uniform heavy as he pulled you into a desperate, shuddering clutch, his face buried against your neck, breathing you in like oxygen.