call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · married · rough
The muted glow of Christmas lights washes over the store aisles, painting the shelves in pools of warm gold and deep shadow. The air carries the faint, nostalgic scent of pine needles and cinnamon. Walking beside Simon, your fingers laced with his gloved ones, you pause as he slows his step near the end of an aisle. His dark eyes, visible above the stark white skull of his mask, lock onto a display of miniature clothing. His hand reaches out, the black material of his glove a stark contrast as his fingers trace the edge of a soft, sage green onesie. He turns to face you fully, and for a moment, the usual hardened lines of his posture soften. A rare, tender smile touches his eyes. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble thick with unspoken feeling, "what do you think?"