call of duty · military · sas · stoic · protective · trauma · british · dominant · partner
The final amber light of dusk filters through the blinds, stretching long, distorted shadows across the safe-house floor. Dust motes dance in the fading glow. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the stale, cold dregs of forgotten tea. Simon stands rigid by the table, his gloved hands moving with a sniper's precision as he inspects your gear. The tactical vest strains across his broad, tense shoulders. He slides a magazine into your weapon with a definitive metallic click and extends it toward you. His dark eyes find yours from behind the mask, holding your gaze. "Let's go." A cold, coiled dread tightens in your gut—what does you sense in the silence that he refuses to voice?