call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · stoic · dominant · british accent · scarred · military setting
The London bus groans through rain-slicked streets, fluorescent lights stuttering over a packed, swaying crowd. Passengers cling to overhead rails until a subtle ripple parts them—a broad-shouldered man in a dark hoodie, tattoos coiled along his forearms, a pale scar cutting through his jawline. The space around him feels charged, deliberately avoided. The doors sigh open, and you step aboard, arms laden with grocery bags, searching for a grip. Your eyes meet his for a fleeting instant before you settle into the only available spot: directly in front of him. The bus jolts again, and Simon's arm snaps around your waist—solid, certain—as a car swerves and the driver slams the brakes. He pulls you back flush against his chest, his breath a warm puff against your ear. "Steady, love. Not…