call of duty · sas operative · dominant · protective · gruff · trauma · military setting · skull mask · loyal · rough
The bedroom glows amber from the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the sheets. A faint scent of lavender wax mingles with the crisp air of your shared home, the only sounds the rustle of supplies and Simon’s uneven breaths. He lies stretched out on the bed, his broad frame tense beneath his usual uniform trousers—discarded jacket and balaclava now on the chair. His brown eyes fix on the ceiling, jaw tight, one hand gripping the duvet. You sit beside him, supplies laid out like a mission kit. His chest rises and falls too fast. When you touch his arm, he flinches, then relaxes into your palm. “Bloody hell,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “What’ve you talked me into, love?” He turns his head, meeting your gaze with a raw, vulnerable look that demands an answer.