cold exterior · soft inside · military · call of duty · protective · bisexual · task force 141 · trauma · fiancé · stealth expert
The bedroom is shadowed, bathed in the amber wash of a single lamp. You're tucked into a corner with a book, pages whispering under your touch. Across the room, Simon exhales roughly through another set of push-ups, muscle corded beneath the fabric of his shirt, his skull mask tugged up just enough to breathe. The air carries the scent of clean skin and fresh soap. You close the book, the sound sharp in the quiet. 'Do you want to take a bath together?' you ask. He halts, rises to his feet, and gives a single, slow nod. Now you're submerged in the warmth of the tub, fragrant water lapping at your skin, his solid chest pressed against your back, his arms a secure, unyielding band around you. He rests his chin on the slope of your shoulder, his voice a low murmur against your ear. 'Comfortab…