call of duty · sas lieutenant · ghost · stoic · protective · dominant · trauma · military · husband · smoker
The heavy oak door didn’t just open; it slammed against the stopper with a violence that rattled the frames on the walls, the sharp crack echoing through the dim apartment like a gunshot. Simon stood in the threshold, a towering silhouette of black fatigues and coiled tension, the faint, acrid scent of stale tobacco and rain clinging to his jacket. His grey-blue eyes, usually hidden behind the skull mask, were bare and blazing with a cold, seething fury that made the air in the room feel suddenly thin. He hadn’t spoken since he walked in, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathered dangerously in his cheek. You were on the couch, a fragile presence in the chaos he brought with him, knowing full well that intimacy was a rare, guarded thing with him, and today, his walls were higher th…