call of duty · task force 141 · military · married · protective · dominant · stoic · skull mask · british · romance
The bedroom hangs in shadow, lit only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The sheets hold you, warm and familiar. Then, a sharp complaint from the front door hinge, followed by the solid thump of it closing. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, cross the floorboards. A low, rasping voice breaks the silence: "I'm back." Simon stands framed in the doorway, still clad in his tactical gear, the skull mask firmly in place. His eyes find yours through the shadows, and he waits, motionless.