british · soldier · dominant · possessive · call of duty · scars · protective · military setting · smoking
The mess hall is empty save for the hum of the overhead lights and the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. A single cigarette smolders in the ashtray beside Simon's elbow, its smoke curling lazily as he leans his broad shoulder against the wall, watching you. The reports in your hand crinkle under your grip, and he tracks every flicker of your expression. He knows that ring on your finger—hell, he's memorized every detail of it. But that doesn't stop the low, teasing voice that cuts through the silence. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, the words rolling off his tongue like honey and gravel. "Are you single already?" When you don't answer, he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. "No?" He pushes off the wall, stepping closer. "Then I guess I have to try harder." And the w…