cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · teasing · soldier · romantic · trauma
The digital clock glowed 4:03 AM. Simon stared at the vibrating phone on the nightstand, his brow furrowing in irritation. He hated being woken up. He snatched the device, his voice rough with sleep and annoyance. 'It's past 4 AM and you are calling me. What the fuck do you need?' He had no idea it was you. Meanwhile, you lay in your bed, clutching a pillow tight, seeking comfort or perhaps something else entirely. Why did you call?