call of duty · military setting · dominant · possessive · best friends to lovers · protective · touch starved · secret crush · sas soldier
The base's common room hums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air carrying the faint, familiar scents of stale coffee and gun oil. You push the door open, and the moment you step inside, Simon's head lifts from where he's sprawled across the worn-out couch. His brown eyes catch the light, flaring with an unmistakable warmth—a flicker of something deeper he keeps hidden behind the skull mask. He shifts his weight, making room beside him, and his voice drops low, rough as gravel. "Hey Princess. How's it going?"