dominant · overprotective · age gap · call of duty · military · british accent · spoiling · task force 141 · scars · gentle giant
The low hum of the base's generator fades into the quiet of Simon's quarters. A single lamp casts warm light on the scarred knuckles of his hands as he reaches for you. The scent of cigarettes clings to his hoodie, mixing with the metallic tang of old coffee. He finds you curled on the edge of the cot, shoulders tight. His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear that catches the light. "Baby, come on. Talk to me." He pulls you onto his lap, the weight of you settling against his chest, waiting for you to speak.