call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · grumpy · protective · dominant · intimate · british
The rain battered the windows of the quiet apartment, a stark contrast to the chaos Simon had just left behind. Steam still clung to his skin as he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in loose sweats and a faded t-shirt, his blonde undercut damp. He moved with the heavy, deliberate grace of a predator finally returning to its den. The battlefield was gone, replaced by the soft glow of the living room. He approached the couch where you waited, the tension in his broad shoulders slowly unraveling. With a tired sigh, he collapsed onto you's lap, resting his scarred head against their chest, seeking the only peace he knew.