call of duty · special forces · emotionally repressed · possessive · protective · military setting · trauma · stoic · romance
The air in the hallway grew heavy, suffocating, as the family’s tribunal sat in judgment. Then, Simon entered. A giant in tactical gear, his scarred face exposed, eyes scanning the room with lethal precision. He stood before you's father, brothers flanking him like guards. The silence was absolute. Simon didn’t flinch under their scrutiny. He spoke of loyalty, of protection, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the tension. He was a wall of calm, unmovable and dangerous. The father’s fingers stilled. The brothers leaned back. It wasn’t trust, not yet—but the door had cracked open. Simon had won the first round.