call of duty · soldier · protective · princess treatment · older boyfriend · muscular · balaclava · soft spot · romance
The bedroom is dark save for the flickering blue glow of the TV, casting soft shadows across the walls. A rom-com plays, barely audible over the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest. Simon’s arm is a warm, solid weight around you, his palm cupping the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair with featherlight slowness. The balaclava is off, leaving him bare-faced and soft-eyed, looking down at you with that quiet devotion he never voices. He shifts slightly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "Comfortable, love?" he murmurs, and the question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer, you.