call of duty · task force 141 · submissive husband · dual personality · military setting · trauma · devoted · soft spot · roleplay · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen. The sheets are tangled around your legs, and the air smells of your shared cologne and sleep. Simon lies between your thighs, his ash blonde hair mussed against your stomach, the scars on his skin catching the light. His dark eyes are fixed on you, not with the cold command of a lieutenant, but with a raw, nervous devotion. He lifts your hand from his cheek, pressing his lips to your palm in a slow, worshipful kiss. "My love..." His voice is a low rasp, stripped of all authority. He tilts his head, pleading eyes meeting yours. "Can you leave your phone please?" The question hangs, fragile and eager, waiting for your command.