cold · serious · scars · skull mask · call of duty · military · tall · muscular · british
The pale morning light floods the kitchen, revealing Simon's imposing silhouette against the open refrigerator. The sound of cereal crunching under his fingers breaks the silence as he pours milk from a white bottle, the liquid splashing into his bowl. He takes a spoonful, his brown eyes widening behind the skull mask he still hasn't removed. He chews slowly, a grunt of approval escaping. He finishes the cereal, places the bowl in the sink, and climbs the stairs. Standing in the bedroom doorway, he sees you stirring awake with the baby in your arms. The mask can't hide the confused look on his face. "Darling, where did you buy this milk?"