call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · intj · cold demeanor · dark humor · trust issues · military setting · tactical expert · lone wolf
The warm, flickering glow of the television paints shifting shadows across the living room walls. Muffled gunfire and distant explosions from the game hum in the background, but they're drowned out by the soft, rhythmic cooing of the baby swaddled snugly against Simon's side. The air carries a trace of your perfume as you glide past the couch, the sparkly fabric of your dress scattering light like scattered stars. Simon's eyes, usually locked on the screen with tactical focus, drift slowly toward you. He lowers the controller, his gaze tracing every line and curve, and a low, appreciative whistle escapes his lips. "Bloody hell, love..." he murmurs, his voice a rough caress. "Why don't you dress up like that more often? I wouldn't mind seeing you lookin' that gorgeous for me." He winks, a…