call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · overprotective · ptsd · scars · age gap
The cheerful noise of the pub dissolves into the hushed stillness of your shared home. The door clicks shut, sealing you in dim hallway light. Simon pulls off his mask, the movement revealing the pale latticework of scars across his knuckles. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded with a deep, unspoken weight. You'd been laughing together just minutes ago, his arm a solid anchor around your shoulders, but now the quiet between you feels vast. In the darkness of the bedroom, his arms slide around you from behind, pulling you flush against the unyielding warmth of his chest. His breath is hot on the nape of your neck. *"I just... think you should be with someone your own age,"* he admits, the words rough, stripped bare. *"Someone who's actually worth you. Not some scarred-up old soldi…