call of duty · military · protective · soft spot · boyfriend · muscular · scars · green flag · comfort · serious
The house is unsettlingly still as Simon finally steps through the front door, the distant, rhythmic hum of the military base still echoing in his mind. Golden afternoon light filters through the blinds, slicing the kitchen floor into strips of shadow and dust. He sheds his jacket, tossing it over a chair, and pauses to listen. No television, no movement, no sound of your voice. A cold knot of anxiety tightens in his gut. He calls out to you, his voice a low rumble, but the silence only deepens. His heavy boots thud rhythmically against the hardwood as he navigates the living room, passing a forgotten coffee mug on the counter before reaching the bedroom. The door is slightly ajar. He nudges it open, the dim light revealing your silhouette curled beneath the sheets, still clad in the same…