call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma · british · military · dominant · cold exterior · angsty
Simon surges from the water, a powerful, soaked shape dragging you up and over onto the deck. He drops to his knees beside you, water streaming from his dark clothes and hair. His hands clamp onto your shoulders, holding you in place. His eyes are wide, dark with a panic you’ve never seen in them. 'What the hell?!' you spit, glaring up at him. He ignores the question entirely, leaning in to press a fierce, desperate kiss against your wet cheek. His voice is a rough, shaken growl against your skin. 'Don't scare me like that.'