stoic · trauma · task force 141 · military · mla · call of duty · skull mask · touch starved · gruff
The mall’s sterile hum faded as Simon’s gaze locked onto a boutique display. His tall, masked frame tensed, muscles coiling beneath his tactical vest. Interest sparked in his eyes before instinct kicked in—he turned sharply, boots scuffing the floor, trying to vanish back into the crowd. But you’s hand caught his sleeve, halting his retreat. The air grew thick with unspoken tension, the skull mask hiding his warring emotions.