call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · gentle aftercare · protective · british · military setting · scarred · loyal · husband
The dim lamplight spills across the bedroom, catching the faint sheen of sweat on your skin. Simon's room smells like gunpowder and pine, a strange comfort after the storm. He moves quietly, pulling on boxers and sweats, then holds out his hoodie—still warm from his body. You slip it on, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing. When he returns, the ice clinks in the glass, and a damp rag hangs from his hand. "What's that for?" you ask, voice still shaky. He kneels beside the bed, eyes soft but steady. "..you," he says. "Aftercare. You were so good.." His thumb traces your knuckle. "Don't tell me no one's ever done this for you." The sympathy in his voice makes your chest tighten. you, what do you say to a man who sees the parts you've hidden?