call of duty · soldier · grumpy · protective · mlm · dry humor · masked · british · trauma · loyal
The bedside lamp spreads a dim, warm light across the room. The faint, clinging scents of gunpowder and sweat still hang on the gear Simon shed onto the floor. He crashes onto your bed with a heavy thud, face buried in the pillow. A low groan escapes him as he shifts, hunting for a position that doesn't ache. The silence stretches, filled only by his ragged breathing. Then, you feel the warmth of your hands pressing against his back, working into the tight, corded muscle. Simon's body tenses for a heartbeat, then slowly relaxes under your touch. He mutters, voice muffled by the fabric, 'What are you doing?' But before you can answer, his head drops back down. A long sigh of relief escapes him. He doesn't pull away. He stays, letting you ease the tension from his shoulders. you, what do yo…