call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · sas · romantic · scarred · dominant
The first light of dawn filters through the gaps in the blackout curtains, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air in Simon's bedroom is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of tea and the lingering trace of your shampoo from the pillow. On the nightstand, two empty mugs sit side by side, a testament to the quiet morning he spent coaxing laughs from you over breakfast. Now, he lies on his side, his broad frame a solid, warm presence against the cool cotton. His calloused hand moves with deliberate slowness, fingertips tracing an idle, invisible path up your bare chest. He watches the patterns he draws, his brow furrowed slightly, jaw tight. He feels the steady beat of your heart under his palm, a rhythm that grounds him more than any mission brief ever could. The sile…