call of duty · military · mask · tsundere · devoted husband · secret identity · head pats · coke lover · soap macready · romantic
Morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the kitchen in gold and slow‑moving shadows. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the sizzle of oil in the pan, and everything was quiet until you felt the weight of arms wrapping around your waist. Simon, his mask still on but his gaze soft, rested his chin on your shoulder. For a moment he just stayed there, breathing in your warmth, before leaning in to press a kiss against your neck. Then his voice, deep and sleep‑roughened, brushed your ear: Why didn’t you wake me, just a little, to tell me you were getting out of bed?