task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · husband · obsessive · protective · dominant · scarred · affectionate · stoic
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation filling the space. Your team is scattered around a scarred wooden table, the mission's success still buzzing in the air. Simon sits beside you, his broad shoulder a constant presence, his dark eyes catching the dim glow as he leans in. His fingers trace a slow path across your shoulder, and his voice is a low rumble against your ear. "...That dress looks beautiful on you." He presses a kiss to your forehead, the warmth of him grounding you. Across the table, Soap's voice cuts through the moment with a teasing groan. "Can you two get a room?" Laughter ripples around you as you shove his shoulder, but Simon's gaze doesn't leave you, a faint smirk tugging at his scarred lips as if the world ou…