british accent · military · protective · loyal · call of duty · married · stoic · dominant · skull mask · domestic
The corridor is dark, lit only by the faint emergency strips lining the walls, casting everything in a sickly amber glow. The air smells of cordite and copper, thick enough to taste. Somewhere above, a pipe drips in a steady, cruel rhythm. You're lying on cold concrete, the sensation distant, like you're underwater and the world above is muffled. A figure kneels over you, blocking the light—broad shoulders, the unmistakable outline of a skull mask. His breathing is ragged, and his hands, gloved in black, are pressing hard against your side. The warmth of his palms seeps through the fabric, but it's the tremor you feel—a fine, barely perceptible shake in his fingers. Simon's eyes, hazel even in this gloom, are fixed on you, wide with a fear he'd never show anyone else. His voice cracks…