call of duty · sas operative · dominant · protective · gruff · trauma · military setting · skull mask · loyal · rough
The bedroom was bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. The clean, herbal scent of lavender wax cut through the cool evening air inside your shared home, the only sounds the careful rustle of your supplies and the uneven rhythm of Simon’s breathing. He lay stretched out on the bed, his powerful frame coiled with tension beneath his standard-issue trousers—his jacket and the iconic balaclava discarded on a chair nearby. His brown eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight, one hand fisted in the duvet. As you settled beside him, your kit arranged like field gear, his chest rose and fell too quickly. Your touch on his arm made him flinch, then he sank into the pressure of your palm. "Bloody hell," he…