call of duty · military · protective · possessive · tough exterior · tactical genius · muscular · loyal · intimidating · romance
The bridge is a sliver of concrete under a freezing, pallid moon, the river below churning like a black abyss waiting to swallow the world. In your trembling hand, the phone screen is a harsh, neon beacon, pulsing with Simon's name. When he answers, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp, thick with the fog of sleep but sharpening with an instinctual, sudden alertness. "you? It's two in the morning... what the hell do you want?" The words are gruff, cutting through the silence of the night like a blade, yet they act as an unexpected anchor, pinning you to the earth.