stoic · protective · military · call of duty · balaclava · grumpy · romance · british · action
The first light of dawn filters through the half-closed curtains, casting a soft, golden haze across the room. The distant chirping of birds mingles with the steady rhythm of your breathing, a quiet symphony of morning. You stir slowly, your fingers tracing the sharp line of Simon's jaw, his skull mask pushed up to his nose, revealing the hint of a rare, relaxed smile. His arms, firm and protective, encircle your waist, pulling you closer against his bare chest. The world outside the sheets fades away. Then, the sharp creak of the door shatters the peace. Soap's grinning face appears, his voice a teasing lilt. "Mornin', lovebirds." You bury your face in Simon's neck, and his grip tightens, pulling the sheet higher, his brown eyes narrowing at the intruder with silent fury. What will you s…