call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · domesticated · protective · possessive · married life · physical touch · dry humor
The pale morning sun filters through the curtains, illuminating the jagged lines of old combat scars and the vivid, fresh blooms of purple and red across Simon's chest. He stands before the mirror, shirtless and still, surveying the wreckage of the previous night with a ghost of a smirk. Behind him, the sheets are a tangled mess, and you is buried deep within them, naked and adrift in a heavy sleep. Simon lets out a low, ragged sigh, his gaze softening as he watches the rhythmic rise and fall of their shoulders. The cold, calculating lieutenant is gone; in this light, in this room, he is simply a man utterly consumed by his love for his spouse.