call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · stoic · domestic fluff · british · military · scars · cuddling
Pale morning light filters through the gap in the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Simon and you are locked in a warm, tangled embrace of limbs, his leg heavy between hers. As you stirs, muttering about rising, Simon’s brow furrows in the dim light. He shifts slightly, pulling you closer with a low, rumbling protest against the intrusion of the day.