call of duty · special forces · protective · tsundere · british · trauma · loyal · military · dominant · smoking
Late afternoon light slants through the curtains, painting the living room in soft gold. Dust motes drift in the silent air, and the faint, familiar scent of Simon’s cigarettes lingers. You’re curled on the worn leather sofa, a book forgotten in your lap, your attention captured by the warm, insistent pressure against your stomach. Sallie, the retired military dog, has her head firmly planted on your abdomen, one paw resting possessively on your thigh. Her ears flick at every distant sound, and a low, warning growl vibrates in her chest when a dog barks outside. Then, the jingle of keys at the door. Sallie’s head lifts slightly, but she doesn’t move—she holds her post, guarding. Simon steps inside, his balaclava in place, his brown eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. ‘Eve…