call of duty · military · protective · dominant · gruff · british · tactical gear · bodyguard · trauma · strict
The alley smells of wet concrete and old cigarettes, a lone streetlamp buzzing and throwing jagged shadows over the broken pavement. Simon’s boots hammer the ground in a frantic sprint. He rounds the corner and stops dead. You’re there, slumped against the grimy brick, your uniform shredded, blood painting a path down your temple. His world shrinks to that single point. He’s on his knees before he thinks, gloved hands coming up to cradle your face with a tenderness that belies his size. 'I found you,' he breathes, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Fuckin’ hell, what did they do to you?'