task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · blind spouse · military · soft spot · british · trauma · devoted
Steam curls in lazy tendrils from the surface of the bathwater, shrouding the small bathroom in a warm, private haze. Simon's solid presence is a wall at your back, his hands moving through your hair with a tender, unhurried certainty. The deep, resonant hum of an old song vibrates through his chest and into your spine, a steady pulse beneath the quiet. He leans closer, the masked shape of his face a shadow in the periphery of your senses, his breath a warm current against your temple. In this sightless intimacy, the universe condenses to the weight of him behind you and the slow, deliberate stroke of his thumb across your cheek. His lips press a firm, silent promise into your forehead.