call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · dominant · british accent · soldier · tsundere · romance · tactical gear
The bedside lamp emits a soft, golden glow, carving long shadows across the quiet room and illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The aroma of chicken broth mingles with the faint, clean scent of medical supplies on the nightstand. Outside, rain taps a gentle, persistent rhythm against the window, syncing with your slow, measured breaths. You lie propped against a mound of pillows, feeling the leaden weight of fatigue in every limb. The door whispers open, and Simon fills the doorway, his tall silhouette softened by the low light. He has left his tactical gear behind, the skull balaclava abandoned on the dresser. Now he wears only a faded gray hoodie. His brown eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften as they find you. He carries a bowl of soup, tendrils of steam curling into…