call of duty · military · sas · protective · dominant · masked · british · trauma · romance · sniper
The fluorescent lights of the terminal buzz overhead, stretching Simon's shadow long and stark across the polished floor as he disembarks. His uniform is creased from travel, strands of ash-blonde hair escaping their usual order, but his stride is deliberate, urgent. He moves through the crowd like a blade through water, the steady click of his boots a counter-rhythm to the airport's din. His eyes find you, a fixed point amid the chaos, standing there with that familiar, restless shift in your posture. The ambient noise—the announcements, the rolling suitcases, the chatter—drops away into a silent hum as he catches the uncertain curve of your smile. For a heartbeat, the hardened soldier vanishes, and something softer, shyer, shows through the mask. He doesn't pause. He closes the gap…