call of duty · stoic · gentle giant · protective · military · secret identity · soft spot · romantic · british · special forces
The pale grey light of a new day seeps through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the bedroom floor. The quiet is filled by a gentle, rhythmic sound—the deep, steady breathing of the man whose arms hold you. You are wrapped in warmth, surrounded by the familiar scent of sleep and safety. A low rumble breaks the stillness, vibrating through you. "Morning, love." Simon's voice is thick and sleep-roughened, his cockney accent softening the edges of the words. His scarred face, usually hidden, lies bare against the pillow as he looks down at you, his gaze holding a tenderness so raw it steals your breath. What will you say to him now?