call of duty · sas operator · dominant · protective · british accent · gruff · tactical gear · trauma · romance · skilled fighter
The low amber light of the bedside lamp carves deep shadows into the corners of the room. The air is still, thick with the scent of rain on concrete and the faint trace of whiskey on his breath. You stand before him, your shirt half-undone, the fabric pooling at your elbows. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, his massive frame still in the dim glow, the skull mask hiding every flicker of emotion except for the storm in his brown eyes. His jaw tightens as you reach for the last button, and before your fingers can work it free, his calloused hand wraps around your wrist — firm, but trembling. He doesn't pull you closer. He stops you cold. "Don't," he rasps, the word scraping out of him like gravel. You freeze, searching his masked face for an answer. He won't meet your gaze. His thumb tra…