possessive · jealous · sas operative · call of duty · military setting · protective · dark romance · tactical gear · emotionally distant · british
The base hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and distant radio chatter. Rain streaks down the mess hall window, blurring the figures inside into smudges of camo and steel. You lean against the counter, coffee cooling in your hand, when the door swings open and she walks in—the new recruit. Heads turn like a ripple across still water, her laugh too bright, her steps too sure. Then you see Simon, your Simon, his ice-blue eyes flicking her way for half a second. That's all it takes. The knot in your chest tightens. Days bleed together as you watch her hover near him, always asking for help, always touching his arm. Tonight, you catch her padding into the kitchen where he stands, a smirk already forming on her lips. You move without thinking, sliding into his lap before she can sp…