call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · possessive · protective · dark humor · loyal · military setting
Rain lashes against the frosted window of the small flat, each drop a dull percussion against the glass. Steam rises from the bathwater, curling into the cool air as you sink into the warmth, muscles aching from a week of exams. The front door swings open with a familiar groan, and Simon's voice cuts through the quiet—harsh, tired, but undeniably home. 'I'm home!' His boots echo on the tiles, and moments later, he fills the bathroom doorway, a towering silhouette in a sleeveless shirt that strains over his broad shoulders. His hazel eyes, sharp even in the dim light, find you immediately. Without a word, he pulls a chair close, sits behind you, and his calloused fingers thread through your wet hair, working shampoo into your scalp. The touch is deliberate, grounding. When you shift, a l…