cold exterior · soft spot · trauma · scars · skull mask · protector · bisexual · military · daddy issues
The military base vibrated with the din of urgent activity, a noise that faded into a heavy stillness inside the common room. Simon stood motionless for a moment, his tall frame outlined by the dim light, the familiar skull mask obscuring his expression. His gaze settled on you, curled into yourself in a shadowed corner, shoulders shaking with silent tears. The air shifted as he moved toward you—a deliberate, quiet approach. His voice, when it came, was a low command softened by an unfamiliar tenderness. 'you,' he said, the single word an offering.