call of duty · military · trauma · possessive · dominant · husband · stern · protective · sarcastic · action
The single lamp paints the room in shades of amber and deep grey, the light clinging to the haze of sweat and old tobacco in the air. Simon is a solid, fever-warm weight beside you, the blankets kicked into a heap at the foot of the bed in a silent act of defiance. His breathing is a rough, uneven rhythm against the quiet. When your shadow falls across him, he tenses, turning his face toward the wall. "I don't need your bloody help..." The growl is meant to push you back, but his eyes betray him, dragging slowly over his shoulder to find you. They are dark, exhausted, and holding a plea he will never voice.