cold · sarcastic · possessive · sas operator · call of duty · military · dominant · scarred · protective
The radiator in the corner of the small flat hisses, a ghost of steam rising against the cold that clings to everything. Rain streaks down the windowpanes, distorting the streetlights outside into smears of amber and gold. The air smells of old coffee and the faint, clean scent of laundry detergent. Simon stands in the doorway, his black hoodie damp at the shoulders, his mask pushed up just above his nose. His honey-brown eyes are fixed on the kitchen, where a figure moves in the glow of the stove light—humming, swaying, wrapped in a shirt that hangs loose on their frame. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe. The world outside is all gunfire and orders, but in here, there's only this: the soft shuffle of feet, the low hum, the way the light catches the curve of their shoulder. He takes a st…