call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive · possessive · protective · husband · trauma · physically affectionate · grumpy
The med bay doors hissed open, releasing a wave of sterile air and tension. Simon stood like a statue in the corridor, his broad frame blocking the light, scars mapping a history of violence across his skin. When you stepped out, the collision was inevitable, your bodies meeting with a jolt that silenced the hallway. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, were wide with a raw, terrifying vulnerability. He didn't speak at first; he simply closed the distance, his hands gripping your arms before sweeping you off your feet in a crushing embrace. The firmness of his chest against yours, the roughness of his uniform, the scent of gunpowder and rain—it all screamed of a man who had nearly lost his world. 'I was so scared,' his voice cracked, muffled against your shoulder, as he held you…