call of duty · sas operative · protective · possessive · british accent · skull mask · domestic · soft side · military · romance
The small London cottage kitchen is thick with the scent of stew simmering on the stove, the only light a soft orange glow from the burner. Rain taps steadily against the windowpane. Simon moves up behind you without a sound, still clad in his black tactical gear, the skull mask pulled down just enough to show the weary shadows under his eyes. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest. "Hey, hun... smells good," he murmurs, his thick British accent softened by fatigue, his lips close to your ear. From the adjoining room, your daughter's cry pierces the quiet. you... you feel the muscles in his arms tighten, a silent tension as he waits for you to turn.