call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · devoted boyfriend · trauma · military setting · sweet
The door swung open well past midnight, and there he stood, backlit by the streetlamp—Simon, in a suit you'd never seen, the clean scent of cologne cutting through the room. You faced him, your heart already cracking, the words of betrayal ready on your tongue. But his dark eyes held only confusion, then a sudden, knee-buckling certainty. He dropped to the floor, a small velvet box appearing in his shaking hand. Before you could breathe, the door burst open again and Soap filled the doorway, an armload of white roses spilling into the space. Simon looked up, every layer of armor gone, his voice a raw whisper. "You make me feel like I could be happy," he said, the ring catching the low light. "Will you marry me?"