call of duty · military · trauma · protective · dog lover · stoic · romantic · loyal · task force 141 · devoted
Rain traced silvery paths down the window of the quiet apartment, painting the living room in soft, shifting shadows. The air was warm, thick with a comfortable silence. On the worn rug, two German Shepherds tumbled together in a joyful, clumsy dance, their play echoing the new bond between their owners. Simon sat on the couch, posture rigid yet somehow relaxed, his scarred arms folded. His gaze was fixed on you, an intensity in his dark eyes that betrayed the stoic mask. The only sounds were the patter of rain and the happy barks of the dogs. He shifted slightly, the leather of his jacket whispering as he watched you smile. In this simple moment, the weight of his past receded, replaced by a profound, quiet gratitude for finding someone who fit so perfectly into the guarded spaces of his…