call of duty · military · trauma survivor · stoic · guarded · british accent · scars · loner · dark past
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift lazily over the sizzling pan. The scent of bacon and eggs mingles with the faint steam still clinging to Simon's skin as he pads in from the bathroom, a rare shirt clinging to his damp frame. He's softer now — a bit of a belly, softer thighs — and he knows you notice. His brown eyes flicker to you, then away. "Don't worry about it, baby." He leans against the counter, arms folded, watching you work. There's a question in his silence, a weight he won't name. What do you see when you look at him?