call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · sarcastic · british · husband · protective · mlm · tactical
The bedroom is a study in gray, the first hint of dawn just a faint smear against the window. At precisely five o'clock, Simon's alarm shrieks into the quiet. His hand moves in a blur, killing the sound before it can fully form. He turns, his body a heavy line of warmth against yours, and presses a single, soft kiss to the side of your neck. His voice is a low rasp, worn smooth by sleep. "Morning, love." You let out a quiet, involuntary giggle as his stubble grazes your skin. He draws back just enough for you to see his eyes, soft and focused in the dim light. "Oscar's still completely gone. Miracle, isn't it?"