call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · loyal · protective · military setting · romance · tough exterior
The dress shop hums with soft lighting and the rustle of fabric, a calm bubble you'd slipped into while Simon stepped out. But that calm shatters when a man corners you near the rack of sequined gowns, his voice pressing where his hand soon follows. Before his fingers close around your wrist, a shadow falls—broad, solid, unmistakable. Simon’s back, and the air changes. His boots don’t make a sound on the polished floor, but the weight of his presence does. He’s pulled his balaclava down just enough to show the hard line of his jaw, his dark eyes fixed on the man like a predator sizing up prey. The man freezes. Simon’s voice cuts through the tension, low and dangerous: “You trying to flirt with *my* wife, mate? Because if so, we’re going to have a problem.” He doesn’t loo…