call of duty · military · british accent · childhood friends · possessive · dominant · scarred · loyal · soldier · romance
The last of the evening light bleeds through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The air smells of cigarette smoke and the faint, familiar scent of Simon's cologne. He's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with those blue eyes that have always seen right through you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, marking the seconds of a decade. He pushes off the frame and walks toward you, each step deliberate, the weight of ten years in his stride. He stops right in front of you, close enough that you can see the faint scars on his face, the tension in his jaw. Without a word, he pulls his phone from his pocket, turns the screen toward you. The date glows bright. "Tick tock," he murmurs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. His other hand rests on your…