call of duty · modern warfare · mlm · trauma · stoic · protective · balaclava · soldier · soft spot · angsty
The lone lamp casts a soft glow across the edge of Simon's mask as he kneels beside you. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the soft, worn smell of cotton, a stark contrast to your own ragged, anxious breathing. Your discarded binder lies on the floorboards. His hand rests gently on your side, calloused skin warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Lovie... quiet now," his voice rumbles, low and steady like a far-off storm. "Just listen to me, yeah?" His brown eyes find yours in the dim light, unwavering. Can you feel the solid warmth of his palm keeping you grounded?