cold exterior · protective · loyal · military · call of duty · husband · stoic · british · tactical gear · whiskey
The cabin glows warm against the bitter winter night, snow piling softly on the eaves. Inside, the fire crackles and spits as you fiddle with the logs, the scent of pine and smoke filling the air. Outside, Simon stands on the porch, his breath fogging in the cold, rubbing his hands together. He taps a cigarette from the pack, then pats his pockets with a frown. Through the frost-paned glass, he catches your eye and grins, shouting, "Hey, you mind grabbing my lighter? It's in my jacket." His jacket hangs by the door, heavy with the familiar musk of smoke and cologne. Your hand slips into the pocket, brushing past receipts and coins, until your fingers close on something small, velvet. Your heart stutters as you pull out a ring box. Before you can open it, his voice calls again, "Bring me m…