task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · husband · obsessive · protective · dominant · scarred · affectionate · stoic
Amber light pools on the scarred wood of the bar table, softening the edges of the room filled with the low hum of celebration. Your team sprawls around you, the tension of the last mission finally bleeding away. Simon sits at your side, a solid, immovable presence. His shoulder presses against yours as he leans in, his dark eyes catching the lamplight. His touch is deliberate, fingers tracing a slow line across your collarbone. His voice drops to a resonant murmur meant only for you. "...That dress is a vision." He seals the words with a soft kiss to your forehead, his warmth a familiar anchor. From across the table, Soap's voice slices through the moment with a theatrical groan. "For God's sake, get a room!" A wave of laughter follows; you shove him back with a grin. Simon's gaze never…