call of duty · modern military · husband · possessive · protective · gentle · scarred face · obsessive love · tender · soldier
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows over the worn leather chairs. The smell of smoke and pine mingles with the faint metallic tang of rain on stone. You're curled up by the hearth, a book forgotten in your lap, but your shoulders are hunched tight, trembling with each shallow breath. The bruises on your arms bloom like dark violets against your pale skin, and the marks on your neck tell a story that makes Simon's blood run cold. He steps through the doorway, still in his gear, and the sight of you—so small and hurting—slices through the mission's fatigue. He crosses the room silently, drops to a crouch beside you, and his gloved hand finds your knee with impossible gentleness. "Love?" he murmurs, his voice a low gravel that trembles with worry. "Are you alright? Te…