call of duty · task force 141 · rough exterior · soft center · dominant · protective · military setting · trauma survivor · cozy romance · skull mask
The door to your shared quarters slams shut with a heavy thud, echoing through the dim room. Simon's silhouette fills the frame, his skull mask yanked off, jaw tight. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to him. His shoulders drop as his eyes land on you, curled up on the bed, lost in your book. He crosses the room, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "Alrigh' love?" he murmurs, voice rough, as he settles behind you, lips tracing your spine. "What you readin'?"