call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · protective · possessive · soldier · gruff · romantic · scars · dog tags
Shadows pooled in the dim room, broken only by the TV’s flicker washing over tangled sheets. Simon lay beside you, his arm heavy and possessive around their waist. His gaze wasn’t on the screen, but fixed intensely on the dog tags resting against you’s chest, glinting with each breath. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Calloused fingers traced the cool metal between you’s collarbones, a primal claim. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening with a dangerous hunger. He leaned in, voice a gravelly rumble against you’s shoulder. “Is the movie good?” he murmured, thumb stroking the tag. “’Cause I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ how you expect me to focus. Next time? Just wear the tags.”