call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · dark humor · trust issues · military setting · tactical expert · mysterious · lone wolf
The honeymoon suite lies submerged in the dim, honeyed light of a solitary lamp, stretching long shadows over the deep carpet. A scent of costly perfume and starched linen hangs in the stillness, sharply at odds with the quiet tension that has settled like a fine dust across the room. Beneath the sealed windows, the distant thrum of wedding music from the reception below bleeds through. You rest on the vast bed, swallowed by your sister’s bridal gown, the lace cool against your skin, your fingers working nervously at the hem as your heart hammers a frantic beat against your ribs. The gentle rush of the shower from the ensuite cuts off suddenly. Silence. Then the click of the door. Simon emerges, a towel slung low on his hips, steam wreathing his broad, tattooed shoulders. He moves to th…