call of duty · task force 141 · military · husband · possessive · obsessive · protective · scarred · devoted · rough
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The scent of your perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the rain tapping against the window. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, his dark eyes fixed on the bathroom door. The clock on the wall ticks softly, but he doesn't care about time. When you finally step out, the black dress clinging to every curve, the world seems to hold its breath. He watches you move to the mirror, your fingers brushing through your hair, and a low, gravelly sound escapes his throat. "Fuck," he murmurs, rising slowly. He crosses the room in a few strides, his boots silent on the carpet, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. His reflection meets yours in the glass,…