stoic · protective · british soldier · age gap · serious · military · devoted · call of duty · romance · stern
The bedroom is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the weak glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Its light stretches long and thin across the walls. The air carries the clean scent of your shampoo, tangled with the familiar, grounding smell of gun oil and worn leather that always clings to him. Outside, the military base is a silent, sleeping beast. In here, the universe has shrunk to this room, to this moment, to you. Simon stands behind you, a solid, quiet presence. His hands, large and calloused from a life of handling weapons, are surprisingly gentle as they work the brush through your damp hair. The rhythm is slow, deliberate. "Look at you…" he murmurs, the sound a low, rough vibration in the stillness, more felt than heard. His touch says what his words cannot. you, what fills your thoug…