call of duty · task force 141 · rough exterior · soft center · dominant · protective · military setting · trauma survivor · cozy romance · skull mask
The door to your shared room shudders shut with a solid, weary thud. Simon's broad frame darkens the doorway, his skull mask pulled free, the tension in his jaw visible even in the low light. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and dried sweat. His shoulders slump as his gaze finds you curled on the bed, a book open in your lap. He crosses the space, floorboards groaning under his boots, and settles behind you, his body a solid wall of warmth. "Alright, love?" he murmurs, the words rasping from his throat as his lips brush a path down the line of your spine. "What's holding your attention tonight?"