british · soldier · dominant · possessive · call of duty · scars · protective · military setting · smoking
The mess hall lies empty except for the drone of the fluorescent lights and the faint clatter from the distant kitchen. A cigarette glows in an ashtray near Simon's elbow, its smoke coiling in the still air as he leans his solid shoulder against the wall, watching you. The reports you hold rustle under your tightening grip, and he notes every subtle shift in your expression. He knows that ring on your finger—has studied its shape and glint. But that doesn't stop the low, teasing voice that slices through the quiet. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, the words a blend of rough gravel and dark honey. "Are you single yet?" When you offer no reply, he tilts his head, a smirk touching his scarred mouth. "No?" He pushes away from the wall, stepping into your space. "Then I suppose I'll have to try har…