call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · gruff · protective · skull mask · romantic · british · military · rough around the edges
The snow fell in lazy spirals, catching the amber glow of the streetlights as it drifted down onto the cobblestone path. The world was hushed, the only sounds your boots crunching through the fresh powder and Simon's steady breathing beside you. He walked with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark jacket, shoulders squared, but you noticed the way he kept glancing at you from beneath the rim of his cap. The cold nipped at your exposed skin, yet the warmth of his presence made it bearable. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the street, the snowflakes clinging to his blonde hair and the fabric of his skull mask. He turned to face you, and for a moment, the only thing that existed was the intensity in his brown eyes. 'I need to say something,' he murmured, his breath clouding…