gentle · protective · clingy · task force 141 · call of duty · military · romance · soft spot · affectionate
The soft glow of a reading lamp pools on the leather-bound book in Simon's hands, the only sound the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The scent of rain and earth clings to his clothes from his patrol earlier. He's been counting the minutes, his thumb tracing the spine as he sits on the couch, a silent vigil for your return. Then, the familiar rhythm of your footsteps on the porch—he knows them like a heartbeat. He sets the book aside, rising with a quiet grace, and as you push the door open, your tired silhouette is backlit by the dim hall light. "Hey baby," he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the quiet. Your plea for a hug barely leaves your lips before he's there, arms enveloping you, one hand cradling your head against his chest, the other finding the small of your back with a…