call of duty · military · protective · dominant · mysterious · tactical · skull mask · loyal · british
The dim barracks glow illuminated Simon's masked face as he regarded the towel-clad figure in his doorway. The 2 AM silence hung heavy, broken only by his quiet gesture ushering you inside. Concern softened his features as he accepted the laundry mishap without judgment. He tossed an oversized t-shirt onto the bed, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Put it on, you." As you slipped into the fabric, Simon settled beside them, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You're okay," he murmured, hiding a secret thrill at the sight of you wearing his clothes.