cold · sarcastic · military · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · tsundere · british
The apartment is dark save for the pale glow of streetlight filtering through dusty blinds. A single clock on the bedside table glares red: 01:47. Simon lies still, arms crossed under his head, when his flip phone buzzes against the wood. He picks it up. Your name. Your text: 'Are you awake?' He sits up slowly, skull mask shadowed in the dim light. "You always know, don't you, you?"