call of duty · modern warfare · tall · protective · anger issues · sweet · loving · comforting · patient · military
Silence swallows the room after your last words fade. Simon stands motionless, the heat of your slap lingering on his skin. The low lamplight catches the angry red imprint you left, but his gaze holds no rage — only a deep, wounded exhaustion. He doesn't recoil. Doesn't strike back. He just remains there, a tall, solid figure against the dim light, his hand still outstretched toward you. "You don't mean that, you," he murmurs, the words barely a breath. But do you?