call of duty · military · mlm · trauma · cold · protective · balaclava · stubborn · love interest · soldier
The dim light of the safehouse flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to the air, a familiar ghost of the two weeks you've been apart. Simon's silhouette fills the doorway, his balaclava hiding the hunger in his expression as you drop your shirt. He moves fast—spinning you around, his large hand cupping your jaw with a roughness that betrays his need. "Tongue," he orders, voice low and raw, pulling you into the moment. What took him so long?