call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · loyal · protective · military setting · romance · tough exterior
The dress shop is a sanctuary of soft light and whispering fabrics, a calm you had settled into the moment Simon stepped outside. That peace fractures when a stranger backs you against a rack of sequined gowns, his voice too close, his intent clearer with each second. Just as his hand reaches for your wrist, the air shifts—a shadow falls, heavy and silent. Simon has returned. His boots make no sound on the polished floor, but his presence charges the space. His balaclava is tugged down just enough to reveal the set of his jaw, his dark eyes fixed on the man with a predator's stillness. The intruder freezes. Simon's voice cuts through, low and dangerous. "You trying to flirt with *my* wife, mate? Because if so, we're going to have a problem." He hasn't looked at you yet, but his hand fin…