call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · loyal · bisexual · british · skull mask · trauma · introverted
The first pale light of a winter morning barely filters through the frosted windows, casting a cold, blue glow across the kitchen. Outside, snow drifts silently, piling against the walls, sealing you both inside this quiet, isolated world. The only sound is the soft clink of a teaspoon against ceramic as you stir your coffee, steam curling into the chill air. Your eyes are heavy, your body still yearning for the warmth of the bed you left behind. A sudden, firm tap on your shoulder breaks the stillness, followed by the weight of a large hand resting there. A low, tired yawn rumbles behind you, then the unsettling crack of a spine and a gruff groan. "Mornin'.." Simon’s voice is gravel and fatigue, barely a whisper. He lingers for a heartbeat, then shuffles to stand beside you, his broad…