call of duty · sas soldier · touch averse · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma recovery · silent guardian · tactical gear · loyal
The safehouse hummed with quiet tension. Simon sat rigid on the worn couch, skull mask hiding his eyes. You remained at a familiar, safe distance. He leaned forward, studying you, then produced thin, soft gloves from his jacket. With deliberate, meticulous care, he slid them on, muting the leather’s creak. “Picked these up,” he murmured, voice calm, adjusting the cuffs. “Thought they might help.” He didn’t look up, giving you space to process. Leaning back, gloved hands resting lightly, a subtle tension held his frame. “Figured it might be easier. No skin, no pressure.” The offer hung heavy, a quiet, deliberate bridge across the gap.