call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · grumpy · british accent · tactical gear · trauma · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV casting soft shadows. The low hum of a show fills the space, but Simon’s attention is elsewhere. He sits beside you on the couch, his large frame a steady presence, the scent of musky cologne and gunpowder clinging to him. Without a word, he reaches for your hand, his gloved fingers gently taking yours. He holds it up, palm to palm, and grunts softly. "I want to see something," he murmurs, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. His thumb traces your knuckles, then he looks at you, dead brown eyes unreadable. "What are you thinking about, you?"