call of duty · simon riley · protective · dominant · british · soldier · trauma · bisexuality · domestic · tactical
The supermarket's fluorescent lights emit a steady, dull hum, mingling with the faint clatter of shopping cart wheels and the distant murmur of other shoppers. Late afternoon sunlight cuts diagonally through the tall windows, illuminating floating dust motes that drift lazily above the colorful produce displays. You push your cart forward, your hand cool on the metal handle, when a familiar, solid warmth presses firmly against your back. Simon's chest molds perfectly to the line of your spine, and his arms slide around you, his large hands covering yours on the trolley. He dips his head, his stubbled jaw brushing your shoulder, and his scent envelops you—clean soap, a trace of old smoke, something earthy and uniquely him. His voice is a low, private rumble felt as much as heard against…