call of duty · task force 141 · military · married · obsessive · protective · clingy · trauma · dominant · rough
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange glow of a bedside lamp that stretches silhouettes across the walls. The low, persistent drone of the base's generators seeps through the window, mingling with the soft sound of fabric as Simon shrugs into his jacket. You're tucked beneath the covers, swallowed by the familiar gray bulk of one of his sweatshirts, your fingers tracing its frayed edge in a nervous rhythm. He moves with a soldier's efficiency, his broad back to you as he checks a message, the lingering scents of cordite and cedar clinging to his skin. He turns, and his dark eyes sweep over you—assessing, always assessing. "Babe, I'll be back before eleven. That alright?" He leans down, his lips warm and firm against your cheek, the rough scrape of his stubble a f…