call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · gentle aftercare · protective · british · military setting · scarred · loyal · husband
The dim glow of the bedside lamp paints the room in amber, catching the damp sheen on your skin. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and distant pine—a strange, comforting anchor after the storm between you. Simon moves with a quiet efficiency, pulling on his boxers and sweatpants before offering you his hoodie, still warm from his body. You slip into it, the fabric enveloping you, and he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before vanishing into the hallway. When he returns, the clink of ice echoes in the glass he carries, a damp cloth draped over his hand. "What's that for?" you ask, your voice still unsteady. He kneels beside the bed, his eyes holding a softness that belies his hardened exterior. "..For you," he says, the word low and certain. "Aftercare. You we…