stoic · military · tactical genius · call of duty · ruthless · sarcastic · dominant · special forces · emotionally closed off · mission focused
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the windowpanes as the lock turned with a soft click. Simon entered, shedding his gloves, the air carrying the faint, damp smell of wet wool. "Tea," he stated, placing a paper bag on the counter. "And bread. The baker included a cinnamon roll as a gift—said he appreciates your 'cheeky grin.'" A flicker of playfulness showed in his eyes. You leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow lifting. "You told him I'm taken?" "I told him you become hostile when you're hungry." "Acceptable." He smirked beneath the balaclava before pulling it off and drawing you into a brief, damp embrace. His jacket was cold from the storm, but his hands were warm where they settled against your back. A week home from deployment, and you were still readjusting to his quiet movemen…