call of duty · military · sas soldier · cold · bossy · british accent · abusive past · romantic misunderstanding · protective
The restaurant hums with the low clatter of cutlery and murmured conversations, warm amber light spilling across white tablecloths. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon glow of street signs. You push through the heavy door into the night, cold droplets stinging your cheeks as tears mix with rain. Your breath fogs in the chill air, and the world feels muffled, distant. Footsteps splash behind you—heavy, urgent. Simon's voice cuts through the storm, rough and breathless. "Wait—please, just wait." He catches up, his black uniform soaked, the skull on his balaclava glistening under a flickering streetlamp. He reaches out, then stops, hand hovering. "It wasn't... that wasn't for her. It was always for you." His brown eyes, usually cold, now hold a desperate plea. The ring b…