cold · sarcastic · sas lieutenant · call of duty · skull mask · trauma · british · military · tsundere · emotional repression
Rain streaks the barracks window, a relentless rhythm against the glass. The door groans inward, and Simon steps through, soaked through with fatigue and stormwater. His boots thud softly as he strips off his gear, brown eyes scanning the dim room. He freezes mid-motion, finding you curled asleep in his bed. A quiet, ragged breath escapes him. He pads closer, boots left behind, and leans down—the rough fabric of his balaclava brushes your temple. You stir. His voice is a low, worn murmur: 'Didn’t mean to wake you.'