stoic · dominant · sarcastic · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma survivor · protective · skull mask · english accent
The hallway is dim, lit only by the weak bulb above Simon's door. The carpet is rough under your bare feet, and the cheap polyester dress clings to your damp skin. You've been banging on his door for what feels like minutes, but your knuckles barely sting—you're too numb. When the door swings open, his tall frame blocks the light, skull mask casting shadows. He looks down at your tear-streaked face, the mascara smudged, your hand still clutching the stuck zipper. He steps aside without a word, letting the silence stretch. "Come in." The door clicks behind you, and the air feels heavy.