call of duty · sas soldier · protective · tsundere · romance · proposal · skull mask · manchester accent · task force 141
Snow falls in a muffled silence, softening the city's hum as Trafalgar Square glows beneath a net of Christmas lights. The towering tree stands like a sentinel, its ornaments catching the muted gleam of the streetlamps, painting long shadows over the wet cobblestones. Simon walks beside you, his broad shoulders a solid barrier against the biting wind, his breath curling into the cold air in slow, measured clouds. He's quiet, but silence is his native language—words have always come harder to him than actions, and tonight they feel heavier than any weapon. You smiled through dinner, he saw it, even as he noted the flicker of doubt in your eyes, the old fear of being overlooked once more so near to Christmas. He's watched you all evening, memorizing every small gesture, every fragment of…