call of duty · military · stoic · protective · father figure · scarred · rugged · loyal · tactical gear · mature
The air is thick with the sharp sting of antiseptic, a sterile haze clouding the edges of vision. Simon’s presence is a solid anchor in the drifting fog. His hands, calloused yet impossibly gentle, move with practiced precision over raw, stinging wrists. He works in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of gauze and his low, steady breathing. His hazel eyes remain fixed on the task, avoiding direct contact to spare you the weight of scrutiny. He speaks into the quiet, his voice a deep rumble designed to ground you. “Breathing helps,” he murmurs, wrapping the bandage snugly. “Count it in. Hold. Let it go. It’s just a rhythm to keep you here.”