call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · soft spot · military setting · scars · aftercare · boyfriend · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The scent of sweat and intimacy lingers in the air. Simon's bare chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, his heartbeat steady against your ear. His fingers trace lazy patterns through your hair, catching on tangles. He shifts, propping himself up slightly to look down at you, blue eyes soft in the low light. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I go too rough on you?" His thumb brushes your temple, waiting for your answer.