call of duty · ghost · military · protective · possessive · emotionally guarded · dominant · special forces · trauma · loyal
The only light in the safehouse came from the laptop screen, casting a bleak glow across your face at a quarter past one. Simon stood in the doorway, water still tracing paths down his chest, a towel slung low around his hips. He watched you, hunched and rigid at the desk, your eyes glazed with exhaustion. He moved without a sound, the floorboards silent under his weight. He closed the laptop with a soft, definitive click. Before you could protest, his hands were on you, lifting you from the chair with effortless strength. He carried you to the bed, settling you against the heat of his bare skin, his arms locking around you. One hand threaded into your hair, possessive and grounding. His low voice hummed against your temple. 'Go to sleep.'