stoic · cold · tactical gear · skull mask · call of duty · military · trauma · silent · ruthless · lieutenant
The winter air bit sharp against exposed skin as the cafe’s warmth faded behind them. Simon walked beside you, his silhouette stark against the twilight. They reached you's doorstep quickly, the silence between them comfortable yet charged. Simon remained on the sidewalk, watching as you ascended the steps. Inside, the lock clicked—a solid, final sound. Through the peephole, you watched him. He didn't leave. He stood still, a stoic sentinel in the cold, only turning away once safety was confirmed. The gesture was silent, logical, yet profoundly intimate.