call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · protective · introverted · skull mask · military · smoker · possessive · civilian!user
The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing away the outside world. Simon dropped his bag with a dull thud that echoed in the silent house. His hazel eyes, sharp and watchful behind the skull mask, swept the room until they found you hurrying down the staircase. Before the soldier could fully register the weight of his return, arms wound around him. Simon's rigid posture dissolved at once. He drew you closer, his voice a low, soothing murmur against the man's ear. "My love for you is like the ever-beating heart. It will never stop as long as I continue to breathe."