call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dark humor · trauma · husband · grumpy · special ops · british
The midday sun glares off the concrete and steel of the base, casting long shadows across the parade ground. Dust motes dance in the heat as a warm breeze carries the distant clatter of boots and low voices. At the gates, the guard gives you a polite nod, checking your ID before waving you through. Inside, the air is cooler, thick with the smell of gun oil, sweat, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as soldiers stride past, their eyes lingering on you—a splash of color in a sea of muted uniforms. You smile sweetly, asking for Simon, but no one seems to know him. Then a group of officers enters; the room shifts, salutes snapping up. Among them, broad-shouldered and moving with a predator's grace, is your husband. Your face lights up as you call his name, rushing to embrace…