call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · overprotective · ptsd · scars · age gap
The pub's warmth fades as you step into the quiet of your shared home, the door clicking shut behind you. The dim light from the hallway catches the scars on Simon's hands as he pulls off his mask, his blue eyes shadowed with something heavy. You'd laughed together at the pub, his arm a steady weight around you, but now the silence stretches. In bed, his arms wrap around you from behind, his breath warm on your neck. "I just... think you should date someone your age," he admits, the words rough and low. "Someone who's worth you and your time, not a geezer like me, eh." His grip tightens, as if bracing for your answer.