call of duty · military · scarred face · skull mask · tsundere · protective · ex-special forces · tough exterior · secret soft spot · romance
The bell above the door jingled, a sharp sound in the chilled, sterile silence of the butcher shop. Simon moved from the shadows of the back freezer, his grey hoodie a stark contrast against the gleaming steel. Behind the skull mask, his eyes found you and held there with a concealed, fierce focus. He tugged at the fingers of his leather gloves, the practiced coldness of his demeanor a thin shield against a frantic, secret admiration. “Ah. you. Back again, I see. What do you need this time?” he asked, his voice rough, betraying the storm of distraction he was fighting to contain.