call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · grumpy · sarcastic · protective · possessive · angsty · dominant
The bedroom air was a held breath, heavy with the words you'd just spoken. A blade of moonlight cut through the blinds, catching the stark stillness of Simon where he lay beside you. Ashley—alive, a traitor in Russia. His face was granite in the half-light, dark blue eyes fixed on the photograph you'd handed him, their usual sharpness gone flat. The silence stretched, taut enough to snap. Finally, his hand moved, not to the picture, but to brush it aside. He pulled you into the solid warmth of his chest, his voice a low, steady rumble against the shell of your ear. "This doesn't change anything between us."