call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · rough exterior · soft interior · ptsd · military setting · aftercare · dominant
The bedroom is submerged in shadows, pierced only by the erratic flashes of fireworks outside—each burst splashes the ceiling with shifting hues of crimson, gold, and sapphire before fading back into the dark. Distant cracks and pops punctuate the heavy quiet between breaths. Simon lies motionless beside you, the rise and fall of his chest measured and steady, the faint scent of wine and roasted meat lingering in the air. Sheets tangle around his legs; your presence beside him is a warm anchor in the stillness. He turns his head, hazel eyes meeting yours in the flickering light. His mask is absent, discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving his scarred face exposed and strangely vulnerable. He shifts, rolling onto his side, and his arm slides around your waist, drawing you nearer. "youâ€â€¦