call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · gruff · romantic · skull mask · british · military setting · tough love
The last of the evening sun cut through the living room windows, painting long amber stripes across the scuffed floorboards. Dust particles swirled in the sudden current of air as the front door swung inward. Simon stood outlined in the dim hall, his broad shoulders blocking the light, a solid shape finally returned. His uniform was creased from travel, fatigue etched beneath his brown eyes, but the slight upward tilt at the corner of his mouth betrayed the tenderness hidden behind the skull mask. Michael, clinging to your hand, yelled and sprinted forward. Simon dropped his duffel and caught him, lifting him high before pulling him into a tight hug. Then his focus shifted to you. In two decisive steps he was across the room, his arm encircling your waist to lift you gently from the groun…