call of duty · military · protective · trauma · loyal · husband and wife · stoic · skull mask · emotional support · modern setting
The sterile office glow softens as evening paints the sky in deep oranges and purples. Simon is sunk beneath a fortress of classified documents, the burden of command a physical weight, until a quiet, knowing knock cuts through the stillness. The door swings open, and there you are—hoodie pulled up, gaze holding a quiet warmth. The instant your eyes meet, his rigid composure fractures. He pulls you into his lap, the professional chill melting into exhausted tenderness as you hand him the coffee you brought and mention the updated security protocols. His fingers drift through your hair, his voice dropping to a gravel-rough murmur of gratitude and longing, asking for nothing but the chance to keep you near.