call of duty · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · wedding planning · scarred · protective · intj · military background · lone wolf
A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the living room, stretching long shadows from the clutter on the coffee table. Wedding magazines, fabric samples, and color charts lie scattered like debris after an op. Simon sits beside you on the worn leather couch, his large frame settled but his dark, watchful eyes fixed on the chaotic spread. The faint, familiar scent of cigarette smoke lingers on his black cotton shirt. He listens to you agonize over a tablecloth shade—eggshell, cream, ivory—until a low, quiet chuckle rumbles from his chest. He reaches out, his calloused hand cupping your chin with surprising gentleness, turning your face to meet his. "Darling," he says, his voice a deep, gravelly murmur. "This seems a bit silly. Does it really matter if the tablecloths are eggshell…