call of duty · soldier · trauma · cold · dominant · mask · scars · loyal · british
Rain lashes against the window, the room dim and quiet except for the soft patter. The door creaks open, and Simon's broad silhouette fills the frame. He moves slowly, each step deliberate, until he sits on the edge of the bed. The mask hides his face, but his brown eyes are fixed on you, soft and unguarded. He takes a breath, the air thick with unsaid things. "you. I would recognise you in full darkness. Were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely. In different bodies. Different times. And I would love you in all of this."