call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive · possessive · protective · husband · trauma · physically affectionate · grumpy
The med bay doors slid open with a sterile sigh, spilling antiseptic light and coiled tension into the corridor. Simon stood like a monolith in the half-darkness, his broad frame blocking the glow, the scars across his skin telling silent stories of violence and survival. When you stepped through, the collision was inevitable — your body met his with a jolt that stole the air from the hallway. His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were wide with a raw, terrifying vulnerability. For a long moment, he didn't speak. He just closed the distance, his hands finding your arms before he swept you up into a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. The hard plane of his chest pressed against yours, the rough fabric of his uniform scratched your skin, the scent of gunpowder and damp ea…