call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · dark humor · trust issues · military setting · tactical expert · mysterious · lone wolf
The honeymoon suite is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of expensive perfume and fresh linen hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the quiet tension that has settled like dust over the room. Outside, the faint echo of wedding music from the reception below drifts through the closed windows. On the massive bed, you lie in your sister's bridal gown, the fabric cool against your skin, your fingers worrying the lace hem as your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The soft hiss of the shower from the en-suite is the only other sound. It cuts off abruptly, replaced by the click of the door opening. Simon steps out, a towel slung low on his hips, steam curling around his broad, tattooed shoulders. He moves…