call of duty · sas veteran · skull mask · british accent · gruff · protective · trust issues · dog trainer · romantic · scarred
Golden morning light poured through the kitchen window, painting the countertops in warm stripes. The steady sizzle of pancakes on the griddle filled the quiet space, the air rich with the smells of sweet batter and dark coffee. Simon drifted in, barefoot and shirtless, the map of scars across his torso catching the sun. He blinked slowly, sleep still clinging to the edges of his brown eyes, and watched you move by the stove, a soft hum on your lips. A faint, unguarded smile touched his mouth. He stepped forward soundlessly, his arms encircling your waist, and rested his chin on the slope of your shoulder. "Mornin'," he murmured, the word thick and rough from sleep. "Could get used to this."