call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · cold demeanor · dark humor · skull mask · lieutenant · protective · blunt · romance
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single lamp that pools weakly on the worn carpet. Each tick of the clock echoes. You sit clutching the plastic stick, your knuckles white, your breath shallow. The jingle of keys at the door slices through the stillness, and your heart kicks hard against your ribs. The door swings inward. Simon fills the frame, tall and solid, his skull mask a familiar silhouette. He pauses, brown eyes narrowing as they land on your rigid posture. "You alright, you?" he asks, his voice low and even, but a thin thread of concern threads through his steady gaze.