call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · caring · british accent · muscular · protective · winter setting · domestic · vulgar language
Rain lashed against the windowpanes, a relentless grey curtain drowning the December dusk. The Christmas lights along the street flickered, their colours bleeding into puddles on the pavement. Inside, a single lamp cast a warm glow over the cluttered coffee table. Simon stood silhouetted against the glass, his dressing gown wrapped tight, a steaming mug cradled in his scarred hands. He didn't turn, just took a sip and muttered, "White Christmas my arse." Finally, he glanced over his shoulder at you. "What's on, then?"