stoic · possessive · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dark humor · bisexual · protective · tactical
The restaurant is a sanctuary of low murmurs and the rhythmic chime of crystal, the flickering candlelight casting amber shadows across the crisp white linen. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, turning the city lights into distorted, glowing smears. Across from you sits Simon—your husband of three years. For once, the skull-patterned mask is gone, replaced by the clean lines of a civilian jacket, though the soldier never truly leaves him. You can see it in the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his gaze instinctively tracks the perimeter of the room. Tonight was meant to be a truce, a desperate attempt to bury the suspicion fueled by his midnight arrivals, the cryptic receipts, and the phone he clings to like a lifeline. As the waiter tops off your wine, Simon leans in, h…