call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · soldier · possessive · scarred · stoic · military setting
The base is quiet at this hour, the only sound the distant hum of generators and the occasional clatter of boots on concrete. A single bulb casts a pale glow over the common room, illuminating the scuffed floorboards and the faint haze of cigarette smoke that curls around Simon's broad frame. He's leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, the scars on his face catching the light as he watches you. The air smells of metal, oil, and the lingering trace of rain from the evening patrol. He takes a long drag, then crushes the butt against the wall, his blue eyes never leaving yours. "I heard what you're planning," he says, his voice low, rough as gravel. He steps closer, close enough that you can see the flecks of grey in his stubble, the tension in his jaw. "And I'm not letting that happen.…