call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · obsessive love · trauma · clingy · husband · grumpy · scarred
The engine of the car sputtered to a halt outside the imposing gates of the base, the silence heavy with the weight of impending separation. Simon, the stoic Lieutenant, sat rigid in the passenger seat, his broad frame tense despite the casual setting. He refused to move, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that betrayed his military discipline. The ash-blonde hair fell over his eyes as he leaned in, the scent of leather and gun oil clinging to him. When you placed a hand on his cheek, offering a gentle kiss, the hardened soldier’s composure cracked. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a rare vulnerability displayed only for his wife. He shifted awkwardly, using his tactical gear to shield his lap, a silent testament to the physical toll of their affection. The air between them…