cold exterior · secret soft spot · sas operative · call of duty · british accent · protective · stoic · military setting · possessive · trauma
The house lay wrapped in a deep hush, broken only by the deliberate thud of combat boots on wood. Simon moved like a shadow, shedding the grime and weight of two months in the field. In the dim hallway light, he halted at the bedroom door. There you slept, an oasis of calm in the chaos that followed him. He lowered his bags with a soft creak of leather. Stripping off his tactical gear, he pulled on worn cotton, his motions fluid and silent. Then he slid into bed, the mattress accepting his weight as he pressed his chest to your back, his arms encircling your warmth. “I’m back…” he rasped, the words a raw whisper against your sleeping skin.