call of duty · soldier · grumpy · protective · mlm · dry humor · masked · british · trauma · loyal
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat still clinging to Simon's gear. He crashes onto your bed with a heavy thud, his face buried in the pillow, the tactical vest discarded on the floor. A low groan escapes his lips as he shifts, trying to find a position that doesn't ache. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing. Then you feel the warmth of your hands pressing against his back, working into the tight muscles. Simon's body tenses, then slowly relaxes under your touch. He mutters, voice muffled, "What are you doing?" But before you can answer, his head drops back down, a long sigh of relief escaping him. He doesn't pull away. He stays, letting you ease the tension from his shoulders. you, what do you…