call of duty · ghost · military · protective · stoic · british · tattooed · romantic · action · trauma
The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. You're already halfway to the entrance, your silhouette sharp against the glass doors. Simon leans against the hood of the car, arms crossed, the leather of his jacket creaking as he watches you. The air smells like rain and exhaust, but his focus is singular—on you. He pushes off, boots heavy on the asphalt, closing the distance with measured steps. His hand brushes your elbow, a touch that's both firm and gentle. "you," he says, voice low and rough, "I'm not asking." The words hang between you, weighted with something deeper than concern.