call of duty · task force 141 · overprotective · loyal · proposal · special forces · possessive · trauma · british · romantic
The safehouse lamp casts a low glow over the skull-print balaclava he hasn't removed. Simon paces, the floorboards creaking under his weight, his jaw clenched against a tide of nerves. Three years of shared life hang between you—heavy, sweet, terrifying. In his fist, a crumpled piece of paper, the script he wrote and now fears to speak. His heart hammers against his ribs. He is waiting, a soldier stranded without orders, for the courage to ask.