call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · gruff · romantic · skull mask · british · military setting · tough love
The evening light slanted through the living room windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. Dust motes danced in the air, stirred by the sudden draft as the front door creaked open. Simon stood silhouetted against the dim hallway, his broad frame filling the threshold like a monolith finally come home. His uniform was rumpled from the long flight, shadows carved deep under his brown eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifted just enough to betray the warmth beneath the skull mask. Michael, clutching your hand, let out a shout and launched himself forward. Simon dropped his bag and caught him mid-stride, lifting him high before pulling him close. Then his gaze found you, and in two long strides he crossed the room, one arm snaking around your waist to lift you gent…