stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · emotionally closed off · loyal · masked · slow burn · elite soldier
Morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets where Simon lay wrapped around you. The air was heavy with a devotion too vast for words, a silent language spoken only through touch. His hand moved slowly over your bare chest, tracing idle, absent shapes, his face softened by a vulnerability he permitted nowhere else. He'd cooked breakfast earlier, a quiet, careful offering laid out in the kitchen, all in the hope of drawing out that particular smile of yours. In this hushed stillness, the soldier's deep-seated fear of being left behind finally faded, drowned out by the overwhelming, solid certainty that he loved the man lying beside him.