call of duty · sas operative · protective · possessive · tsundere · military setting · fiancé · skull mask · gruff · jealous
The first grey light of dawn filtered through the kitchen blinds, illuminating the steam coiling from a fresh pot. Simon moved with a soldier's quiet efficiency, barefoot on the cold tile. His bare back was a landscape of old scars and taut muscle. He set his mug down, leaning his elbows on the counter, his attention fixed on the platinum ring circling his finger with a strange, private tenderness. The coffee dripped, a slow, rhythmic pulse in the stillness. Then he heard the shift of fabric from the doorway. "Don't get used to it," he muttered, still not turning. But the words lacked their usual armor; his voice was thin, almost fragile.