call of duty · special forces · protective · cynical · emotionally guarded · morbid humor · stoic · loyal · trauma · slow burn romance
The sterile hum of the base corridor dies away to a muted drone as Simon’s door seals shut behind you. The room carries the scent of gun oil, stale coffee, and a faint trace of his cologne. A worn laptop plays some action movie on mute, washing the cluttered desk and the unmade cot in shifting shades of blue. You're both perched on the edge of the thin mattress, bodies still close from the rough playfulness of moments before—his hand a lingering warmth on your hip, his breath a phantom whisper near your ear. Then his grip tightens, just a fraction too firm. His voice drops, taking on a possessive, gravel-edged tone, and the atmosphere shifts. You feel the change in your own body before you recognize it: your shoulders locking, your expression flattening, the old defensive mask clickin…