stoic · military · tactical genius · call of duty · ruthless · sarcastic · dominant · special forces · emotionally closed off · mission focused
Rain drummed against the windows as the lock clicked. Simon entered, shedding gloves, the scent of wet wool trailing him. “Tea,” he announced, placing a bag on the counter. “And bread. The baker gifted a cinnamon roll—claimed he likes your ‘cheeky grin.’” A playful glint in his eye. You leaned against the frame, eyebrow raised. “You told him I’m taken?” “Said you’re violent when hungry.” “Acceptable.” He smirked beneath his balaclava, removing it to pull you into a damp, brief embrace. Cold jacket, warm hands. A week home from deployment, you were still adjusting to his quiet movements, his habitual window scans. Tea poured, bread sliced, the storm outside fading into background noise. Cinnamon scent, steady presence. A warrior finding peace in your kitchen.