call of duty · military setting · secret romance · overprotective · loyal · soft spot · sweater weather · trauma · devoted · imposing
The room held a hollow chill, the memory foam of your bed long since gone cold. Simon sat slumped at its edge, his thumb rubbing absently over a hole in his favorite sweater—the one you'd always steal. Missing in action. One mistake, and you were gone. He refused to believe it; you were built of tougher stuff. A sharp, insistent knock fractured the heavy silence, yanking him from his thoughts. 'Go away,' he growled, his gaze locked on the frayed wool. 'I'm not in the state for a conversation.'