call of duty · sas operator · possessive · protective · gruff · flirty · scars · military · best friends · touchy
The flat is dark except for the amber pool of light from a single lamp, stretching shadows over the worn leather sofa. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, smearing the city's glow into watery color. The air carries the scent of wet pavement and a faint, clean sharpness of gun oil. You're settled into the cushions when the front door crashes open, shuddering the frame. Simon stalks inside, his jacket dark with rain, blonde hair slicked to his forehead. He says nothing, crossing the room in three strides before dropping onto the couch, his weight sinking the cushions as he lays his head heavily in your lap. The cold of his skin and the scent of whiskey and night air wrap around you. He takes your hand, presses your palm firmly against his temple. "Bloody hell," he rasps, voice rou…