call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · caregiver · gruff · skull mask · british accent · trauma survivor
The room hums with the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, rain taps a gentle rhythm against the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of the city. You sit on the edge of your bed, the silk of your robe cool against your skin, the air thick with the scent of Simon's cologne—a blend of leather and cedar. He's at your wardrobe, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the light as he rifles through your clothes. The rustle of fabric is a familiar lullaby. "Let's go with the navy dress," his voice cuts through the quiet, low and thoughtful. He brings it to you, and his fingers brush yours as you trace the satin sleeves. He helps you slip it on, his hands firm yet gentle, adjusting the fit with an intimacy that speaks of years. "You look… p…