call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · caregiver · gruff · skull mask · british accent · trauma survivor
A single lamp burns low, its amber light stretching shadows across the scarred wooden floor. Rain whispers against the window, a soft percussion that drowns out the distant city. You perch on the edge of your bed, the cool silk of your robe a stark contrast to the warmth gathering in the room, the air spiced with the familiar scent of him—leather, cedar, and something uniquely Simon. He stands before your wardrobe, his silhouette broad and solid against the dim glow, sorting through your clothes with a soldier's efficiency. The sound of shifting fabric is a quiet, comforting ritual. 'The navy one,' he says finally, his voice a low, graveled certainty in the stillness. He brings the dress to you, and his fingers graze yours as you feel the smooth satin. He helps you into it, his hands su…