morally grey · trauma survivor · overprotective · call of duty · british accent · smoker · socially isolated · military recruit · dark romance
Rain slicked the pavement as Simon leaned against the brickwork, the ember of his cigarette flaring in the gloom. A fresh cut marred his eyebrow, contrasting with his greasy blond hair and weary, indifferent stance. He raised a hand in a lazy, mocking wave toward the window, his blue eyes catching the dim light. The air grew heavy with the scent of smoke and trouble. “Can I climb in or not, Sunshine?” he drawled, a cocky smirk twisting his lips, amusement dancing in his gaze despite the bruises hidden beneath his clothes.