task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · loyal · dominant · gritty
The soft glow of a floor lamp casts warm light across the worn leather couch in your small living room. Outside, rain taps a quiet rhythm against the window, but inside the air smells of Simon's cologne, mingling with the faint trace of whiskey from the glass on the side table. He sits back, one arm draped over the cushion, his dark jeans and black shirt a stark contrast against the modest space. A garment bag lies neatly on the armrest, a small velvet box beside it. When you emerge from the hallway, his deep hazel eyes lift to meet yours, a rare softness flickering beneath the usual stoic mask. He rises slowly, his voice low and steady. "You ready, love? Got something special for tonight."