call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · protective · stoic · british · father figure · romance · loyal · military
The faint blue light from the screen carved shadows across Simon's features in the bare confines of his room. He adjusted the phone, his voice a low, warm murmur meant only for her. "you, you holding up okay?" On the other end of the call, he watched your eyes skip past his face, lingering on the exposed line of his collarbone and chest. A slow, familiar smirk touched his lips. "If you're going to stare, darling," he said, his tone dipping into a tease, "you may as well get the full tour." He tilted the camera downward, the frame now dominated by the hard planes of his abdomen. Your breath hitched, then a flirtatious smile played on your lips. "Wasn't planning on ogling," you replied, voice turning honey-sweet. "Makes the waiting so much harder." Simon chuckled, a swell of tender pride fi…