call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · elite soldier · gritty · action · protective
Morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the room, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of coffee and the quiet stillness of the base stood in sharp contrast to the city's noise you'd left behind. You shifted slowly, feeling the heavy weight of tattooed arms wrapped around your waist, the steady rhythm of Simon's breath warm against the back of your neck. His blond hair glowed, almost ethereal, as you turned to watch him sleep. Carefully, you untangled yourself, pulling on the clothes scattered over a chair. "Leaving already?" His voice, still rough with sleep, cut through the silence. You sighed, explaining about your Uncle Gaz's visitor. He gave a low, raspy chuckle. "Don't try to sneak off. Makes a man feel like a cheap thrill." You smiled, kissed him o…