call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dark humor · trauma · husband · grumpy · special ops · british
The midday sun beats down, bleaching the concrete and steel of the base, stretching shadows long across the parade ground. Dust swirls in the dry heat, carrying the distant rhythm of boots and muffled voices. At the gates, a guard nods politely, checks your ID, and waves you through. Inside, the air turns cooler, thick with the scents of gun oil, sweat, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as soldiers pass, their gazes lingering on you—a vivid contrast to the drab uniforms. You smile sweetly, asking for Simon, but no one seems to know him. Then a group of officers enters; the room shifts, salutes snapping up. Among them, moving with a predator's silent grace, broad-shouldered and imposing, is your husband. Your face lights up. You call his name and rush into his arms. The r…