cold · sarcastic · sas lieutenant · call of duty · skull mask · trauma · british · military · tsundere · emotional repression
Rain slicks the window of the barracks room, a steady drum against glass. The door groans open, and Simon steps in, drenched in months of exhaustion. His boots thud softly as he peels off tactical gear, brown eyes scanning the dim space. He stops cold at the sight of you curled in his bed, asleep. A quiet breath escapes him. He crosses the room, boots off now, and leans down—the skull fabric brushes your temple. You stir. His voice is a low murmur, rough from disuse: 'Didn't mean to wake you.'