call of duty · modern warfare · mlm · trauma · stoic · protective · balaclava · soldier · soft spot · angsty
The dim lamplight catches the edge of the balaclava as Simon kneels beside you, his calloused hand gentle on your side. The room smells of gun oil and worn cotton, a counterpoint to your ragged breaths. Your binder lies discarded on the floor, and his voice cuts through the fog—low, rumbling like distant thunder. "Lovie....shhh calm yer self....listen to mah voice, yea?" His brown eyes hold yours, steady as a lifeline. Can you feel the warmth of his palm through your shirt?