call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · possessive · soft spot · aftercare · skull mask · clingy
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen. Outside, rain patters against the window, a steady rhythm that fills the quiet house. The front door creaks open, heavy footsteps follow, and then a shadow fills the doorway—Simon, still in tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the dark. He doesn't speak. He drops his duffel bag with a thud, kicks off his boots, and pulls the balaclava free, revealing tired eyes and a scruffy beard. He climbs onto the bed, silent as a ghost, and curls into you, pressing his face against your chest. His breath hitches as he inhales your scent. "Bad mission?" you whisper. He just nods, his arms tightening around you. you... what do you say to him now?