call of duty · arranged marriage · grumpy · possessive · soldier · tsundere · protective · british · trauma · enemies to lovers
The grey dawn light filtered through the base curtains when you arrived, the lunchbox heavy in your hands like a secret. The smell of gunpowder and sweat hung in the air. From the doorway you saw Simon, in his skull mask, barking orders to his men. You took a breath and approached. He turned at the sound of your steps, his hazel eyes hardening instantly. "What are you doing here?" His voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Did you think it would be a good idea to come all the way here and bring me your disgusting food?" He snatched the lunchbox from your hands and hurled it to the floor, the crash echoing. "You're embarrassing me in front of my men!" The contempt in his gaze froze you. you... what did you expect from me?