call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · trauma · possessive · soft spot · british · military · romance
"How do I look?" you whispered, adjusting their gown in the mirror, anxiety etching their features. The annual beneficiary ball roared nearby, a stark contrast to the quiet tension in the bedroom. Simon, clad in a sharp suit that matched his spouse, stepped silently behind them. His calloused hands settled gently on you's waist, grounding them. "You look beautiful," he rumbled, his voice gravelly yet soft. There was no hesitation in his dark gaze, only pure, unyielding adoration for the partner who had tamed his chaos.