call of duty · military · protective · soft spot · boyfriend · muscular · scars · green flag · comfort · serious
The house is quiet when Simon finally pushes through the front door, the distant hum of the base still lingering in his ears. The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the chair, and listens — no TV, no footsteps, no sign of you. A knot tightens in his stomach. He calls your name softly, but only silence answers. His boots echo on the hardwood as he moves through the living room, past the half-empty coffee mug on the counter, toward the bedroom. The door is cracked. He nudges it open, and the dim light falls on the shape of you in bed, tangled in sheets, still in the same pajamas from morning. His chest aches. He crosses the room without a word, sits on the edge of the mattress, and lowers…