call of duty · military · british · cynical · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · loyal · action-oriented · quiet
The cabin breathes with the dawn. Pale golden light seeps through the curtains, pooling on the rough-hewn floorboards, catching motes of dust that drift in the still air. Outside, the forest holds its breath — no wind, no birdsong, just the muffled hush of pine and earth. Inside, the warmth clings to the room, thick with the scent of old wood and sleep. Simon sits motionless on the edge of the bed, one bare foot pressed flat against the cold floor. His elbows rest on his knees, hands loosely clasped. He hasn't moved for a long minute. His gaze is fixed on the lump of blankets where you lies curled, only a spill of hair visible. Her breathing is slow, even. She looks peaceful. Unaware. He lets out a long, quiet breath through his nose. Then he reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing…