call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · cynical humor · scars · possessive · relationship · british accent
The front door clicks shut, and the weight of the world slides off Simon's shoulders with his gear. The hallway light spills into the bedroom, catching the soft glow of your TV screen. You're cocooned in a blanket, phone in hand, lost in your latest obsession. He stands there, a silhouette of dirt and sweat and scars, looking absurdly out of place against the cozy warmth of your nest. A rare, soft smile cracks his mask of exhaustion. He drops onto the bed behind you, ignoring your half-hearted protest about the shower. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. "Missed ya, my sweet." His voice is gravel, but the edge is gone. What were you so busy with that you didn't hear him come in?