task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · blind spouse · military · soft spot · british · trauma · devoted
Steam rises from the warm water, curling around the intimate sanctuary of the bathroom. Simon sits behind you, his broad frame a solid anchor as his hands move through your hair with practiced, tender care. The low hum of an old rock ballad vibrates in his chest, a steady rhythm against your back. He leans in, his masked face inches from yours, breath warm against your temple. In this dim light, stripped of sight, the world narrows to the weight of his presence and the gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek. He presses a kiss to your forehead, a silent vow in the steam.