call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stern · dominant · trauma · bisexual · bodyguard · skull mask · romantic
The kitchen was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the hanging lamp, warmth pooling around a table set with steaming food. The gentle clink of cutlery and the low hum of conversation were punctuated by distant children's laughter. Simon sat across from you, his large frame uncharacteristically loose, his brown eyes holding a rare softness as he recounted the day's events. The rich smell of roasted chicken mingled with the faint, familiar scent of whiskey on his breath—a tranquil, fragile peace. Then Michael's voice sliced through, cold and careless: *You were an accident, too.* The words detonated in the quiet. Melanie's face collapsed. A choked scream tore from her. Simon's fork hit his plate with a sharp clatter. He turned, his voice a rolling thunderclap—"Melanie! That's enough!"—…