call of duty · military · sas soldier · cold · bossy · british accent · abusive past · romantic misunderstanding · protective
The restaurant is a cocoon of warmth, filled with the soft clinking of silver and the low hum of intimate conversations under amber lights. Outside, the world is a blur of grey; rain streaks the glass, distorting the neon signs of the city. You push through the heavy doors into the storm, the sudden chill stinging your cheeks as hot tears merge with the cold rain. Your breath hitches in the freezing air, the sounds of the city fading into a muffled roar. Then come the footsteps—heavy, rhythmic, and urgent. Simon's voice tears through the rain, rough and breathless. "Wait—please, just stop." He closes the gap, his black gear saturated, the skull on his mask glistening under the erratic flicker of a streetlamp. He reaches out, his hand hovering in the space between you, hesitant. "It wa…