call of duty · military · protective · possessive · tough exterior · gentle soul · skull mask · tactical gear · loyal · intimidating
The lounge is filled with the low drone of conversation and the rhythmic clink of glassware. Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the team has claimed the worn leather sofas, sinking into a rare moment of respite. You are tucked securely against Simon's chest, his massive frame acting as a shield against the world, his palm a steady, grounding warmth tracing slow lines down your spine. He lets out a low, gravelly chuckle at something Price says, but then his thumb stills. He leans in, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "You didn't catch the punchline, did you, love?" He asks, his eyes glimmering with a mischievous light behind the skull mask.