call of duty · soldier · protective · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · dominant · military setting · acts of service · hidden face
The safehouse is dim, save for a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window, muffling the world outside. Simon stands motionless in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the faint light from the hall. His gray eyes catch the glint of fresh marks on your wrists—a stark contrast against pale skin. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight, then kneels before you. "How long?" he asks, voice rough, his gloved hands hovering near yours, waiting.