call of duty · task force 141 · protective · caring · british · military · romance · scarred · caregiver · possessive
The meadow house was draped in a heavy, peaceful silence, illuminated only by the pale gold of the morning sun filtering through the linen curtains. Simon Riley lay motionless, his massive frame acting as a living fortress against the outside world. He had fought tooth and nail to rescue you from the sterile walls of an institution, refusing to let them be erased by a system that didn't understand them. Now, in the quiet of their shared sanctuary, he reached out. His calloused hand patted the cold, empty expanse of the sheets beside him, a silent, desperate longing for the warmth of you's presence to anchor him to the morning.