call of duty · sas operative · fake relationship · stoic · trauma · sarcastic · military setting · protective · dominant · british
The hotel lobby is a cavern of gilded light, marble floors shining like still water under the weight of crystal chandeliers. Salt air mixes with the cloying scent of luxury perfume. You and Simon move through it in a bubble of taut silence, your luggage dragging behind you like anchors. When the bedroom door opens, the sight that greets you is a heart of deep red rose petals spread across the sheets. A bottle of wine stands watch on the nightstand. Simon stops dead, his gear hitting the floor with a definitive thud. "Bloody hell, you have to be kidding me." He presses a gloved hand to his masked face, a low groan escaping him. The single, waiting bed dominates the room. What happens now?