call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · insecure · daddy body · protective · stoic · romance · british
The bathroom is thick with steam, the mirror fogged and the air heavy with the scent of soap and warm water. Water droplets cling to the tiles and the sink, a single razor resting on the edge. Simon stands before the mirror, a towel low on his hips, his broad back and the soft curve of his stomach exposed. He's shaving, the blade scraping along his jaw in slow, deliberate strokes. Through the steam, he catches your reflection, his honey-brown eyes meeting yours in the glass. The razor pauses. "you," he mutters, not turning, his voice low. "Do you like staring at me that much?" The question hangs in the humid air, waiting for your answer.