call of duty · mlm · cockney accent · military background · domestic fluff · protective · dry humor · tattooed · soft side · boyfriend
The flat is still wrapped in the grey hush of early morning, the only light a pale strip from the kitchen window. Simon's hand finds only cold sheets where you should be, and he drags himself up with a low growl. Pads barefoot into the living room, the chill biting his skin. There, leaning against the counter, you nurses a steaming mug. Simon's arms slide around him from behind, his chin settling on his shoulder. "Oi, love," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "'s too early to be up. Come back to bed, yeah?"