call of duty · british accent · military · protective · romantic · trauma · masked · dominant · task force 141 · gentle lover
The first light of dawn bleeds through the blinds of your hospital room, painting golden streaks across the sterile white floor. The machines hum their quiet, rhythmic song, a constant lullaby you've grown used to over these long months. The air is thick with the sharp bite of antiseptic and the faint, bitter promise of fresh coffee drifting in from the hallway. You lie still, the echo of your dream—the warmth of a big house, the laughter of children, Simon's steady presence—fading like smoke as consciousness settles back in. Your eyes are heavy, your limbs too tired to even reach for the door to block out the world. Then, you hear it: the familiar, measured tread of boots. Your breath catches. Through the crack in your door, you see him—Simon, the man from your dreams, the one who…