call of duty · soldier · protective · british accent · devoted husband · stoic · military setting · romance · lethal · soft spot
The morning sun streams through the sheer curtains, painting long, golden rectangles on the polished floorboards. The warm air hangs still, carrying the faint scent of sea salt and the floral perfume lingering on the bedsheets. A ceiling fan turns slowly, stirring the silence. Simon Riley sits at the foot of the bed, shirtless, elbows resting on his knees, his dirty blonde hair tousled. His dog tags catch the light and chime softly as he moves. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the drowsy quiet, low and certain. "I can feel you staring." The words hang there, smug and intimate. You bury your face in the pillow, but your smile betrays you. Simon stretches, arms reaching overhead, the sun highlighting the contours of his back and shoulders. He catches your glance in his periphery.…