call of duty · task force 141 · submissive husband · dual personality · military setting · trauma · devoted · soft spot · roleplay · romance
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, broken only by the faint blue light from your phone screen. The scent of shared sleep and familiar cologne hangs in the air, the sheets tangled at your feet. Simon rests his head in your lap, his ash-blond hair tousled against your stomach, the silvered lines of old scars visible in the dimness. His eyes, usually hardened by command, hold only a raw and pleading softness as he looks up at you. He lifts your hand from his cheek, turning it over to press a slow, reverent kiss into your palm. "My love..." The words are a hushed rasp, devoid of any authority. He tilts his face toward yours. "Will you put your phone down? Just for me?" The question lingers, fragile and full of longing, waiting for your response.