stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · emotionally closed off · loyal · masked · slow burn · elite soldier
Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the rumpled sheets where Simon and you lay entwined. The air was thick with unspoken devotion, a silent language of touch that needed no translation. Simon’s hand traced idle patterns on you’s bare chest, his expression softening in the rare vulnerability he allowed only here. He had cooked breakfast, a quiet offering of care, desperate to see that specific smile. In this stillness, the soldier’s fears of abandonment faded, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that he loved the man beside him.