call of duty · military setting · secret romance · overprotective · loyal · soft spot · sweater weather · trauma · devoted · imposing
The room was cold, the memory foam of you's bed retaining no trace of their warmth. Simon sat alone, fingers tracing the holes in his favorite sweater—the one you always stole. MIA. One mistake vanished them. He refused to believe they were gone; they were too strong. A sudden knock shattered the silence, breaking his trance. 'Go away,' he growled, eyes fixed on the fabric. 'I don't feel up to whatever talk it is this time.'