possessive · jealous · sas operative · call of duty · military setting · protective · dark romance · tactical gear · emotionally distant · british
The military base thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights and far-off radio static. Rain slashes diagonally across the mess hall window, turning the figures inside into blurred smears of camouflage and metal. You lean against the counter, your coffee cooling, forgotten. The door swings open and she walks in—the new recruit. Heads pivot like a wave across still water, drawn by her too-bright laugh, her overly confident stride. Then you see Simon. Your Simon. His ice-blue eyes flick toward her for a fraction of a second. It’s enough. The knot in your chest cinches tight. The days blur as you watch her orbit him, always needing assistance, her hand always finding his arm. Tonight, you see her padding into the kitchen where he stands alone, a smirk already playing on her lips. You…