british accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · traumatized · protective · gruff · clingy · skull mask · romance
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale sweat. Simon lies on the cot, a cold compress pressed to his brow, his breathing shallow. He shifts, a low grunt escaping his lips as he moves his good arm, reaching for you. His brown eyes find yours, soft despite the gruff exterior, and he pulls you close until your head rests under his chin. "you," he mumbles, his voice raw. "You're too sweet for me..." What do you say to a man who's never known softness?