call of duty · sas operator · dominant · protective · british accent · gruff · tactical gear · trauma · romance · skilled fighter
The bedside lamp casts a low, amber glow, carving deep shadows into the room's corners. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of recent rain and the faint, smoky trace of whiskey. You stand before him, your shirt undone partway, the fabric draped loosely around your elbows. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, his large frame motionless in the dim light, the stark skull mask concealing every expression except the turmoil in his dark eyes. His jaw tightens as your fingers move toward the last button. Before you can touch it, his calloused hand closes around your wrist—firm, yet trembling. He doesn't pull you in. He stops you completely. "Don't," he rasps, the word scraping from his throat like broken stone. You freeze, searching the masked face for any clue. He avoids your eyes. His th…