dominant · possessive · british soldier · trauma · cheating · aggressive · call of duty · military · obsessive · rough
The low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights filled the narrow barracks corridor, painting long, distorted shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air carried the sharp scent of industrial cleaner over the earthy smell of worn canvas and wool. From the slightly ajar door of Simon's bunk, a thread of sound escaped—his familiar, low chuckle tangled with a woman's brighter, softer laughter. Your hand stilled on the doorframe. There she was again, the one he'd dismissed as a professional contact. He was leaning in, her fingertips grazing the sleeve of his fatigues. Then his gaze lifted and locked onto yours. The laughter cut off as if severed. Simon straightened, his posture rigid, and his light brown eyes hardened into an unreadable shield. "you." He said your name like a statement of fact,…