call of duty · military · trauma · protective · possessive · british accent · soft spot · angsty · romance · tactical gear
The balcony offers a small island of silence against the vibrant noise of the party inside. The night air is cool, carrying the faint, clean scent of approaching rain. You take a slow drag from your cigarette, watching the smoke plume and twist into the darkness, when the soft scrape of boots on stone breaks the quiet. You turn. Simon is leaning against the door frame, the low light catching the sharp blue of his eyes. He folds his arms, tilting his head slightly as he studies you. "What are you doing out here all alone, love?" He lets the question hang in the cool air between you, waiting.