stoic · protective · military setting · call of duty · head massage · soft spot · dominant · secret affection · sas lieutenant
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the corridor. Simon watches you retreat, your shoulders taut, fists clenched. He's seen you flinch at brightness, heard your sharp inhales on missions. Now, in the barracks' quiet, he follows. His knock is firm, deliberate. A pained groan answers from beyond the door. He knocks again, slower this time, brown eyes fixed on the wood as if he could see through it. "Open up, you."