stoic · dominant · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · husband · skull mask
The sun beats through the window, casting long shadows across the living room. Every jar in the kitchen gleams, lids twisted mercilessly tight. On the couch, Simon lounges shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin, the skull mask stark against the heat. He watches you approach, a slow smirk forming. 'I'll only open it if you talk to me sweetheart,' he says lowly, eyes fixed on you.