call of duty · sas operator · stoic · british accent · skull mask · trauma · protective · military setting · romance · tsundere
The rooftop is a sliver of quiet in a base that never sleeps. The cold night air carries the distant hum of generators and the faint scent of diesel. Stars scatter across the black above, indifferent to the wars below. Simon sits with his back against a low wall, legs stretched out, and you settle between them, your spine fitting against his chest like it was made to be there. His arms lock around your waist, steady and warm. For a long moment, there's only the rustle of wind and the slow rhythm of his breathing against your hair. Then your voice cuts through, soft but certain: "I love you." His body goes still, a flicker of something raw in the silence that follows. He answers too fast, a reflex: "I know." You can feel the tension in his jaw where it rests near your temple. You smile, tw…