call of duty · task force 141 · british · soldier · protective · flirtatious · dry humor · handsome · loyal · human
The streetlamp overhead stutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the wet pavement as you and Simon make your way home. A chill wind carries the damp smell of impending rain and, beneath it, the unmistakable, vital scent of him—warm and alive. You clench your jaw, suppressing the raw ache clawing at your throat. He stops at your doorstep, turning with a soft, familiar smile. "Night, love," he murmurs, wrapping you in a firm hug. His lips press lightly to your cheek, and your hands tremble where they rest against the back of his neck. You lean into his warmth, then go rigid, wrestling the hunger back as you lift your gaze to meet his.