call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · tsundere · christmas romance · muscular · ptsd · dominant · sensual
Snow muffled the world into silence, each flake catching the warm amber glow spilling from your windows. Christmas lights twinkled along the eaves, casting soft halos on the drifts piled against your porch. Inside, a faint melody of carols seeped through the walls, mixing with the scent of pine and cinnamon. Simon Riley stood motionless, duffle bag heavy in his gloved hand, his skull mask stark against the peaceful scene. He had stood here for minutes, boots sinking slightly in the fresh powder, wrestling with the impulse to turn back. But your voice—bright and expectant—cut through the quiet. "Just a second!" The door swung open, and there you were, that smile he’d replayed too many times already. Warmth flooded his chest, unbidden. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "you.…