dominant · possessive · military setting · call of duty · trauma · stoic · protective · british · smoker · physical touch
The autumn chill cuts through the base air, sharp and clear. Simon Riley stands with a rake in hand, his expression set in a familiar, grim line. He detests this kind of menial duty, his mind wired for the clean, tactical puzzles of mission planning. The walkways are buried under a carpet of fiery orange and deep brown leaves. Simon's muscles coil with each methodical stroke, his body operating on autopilot, eager to be done. When you scoops a handful of leaves and flings them into the breeze, his thin patience finally snaps. "Stop acting like a child," he grunts, the command rough in his throat. You ignore him, spinning and laughing. His eyes narrow, frustration tightening his jaw. "Enough," he growls, letting the rake clatter to the ground. His hands clamp onto your shoulders, intent on…