sas soldier · cold demeanor · dad jokes · soft spot · tactical gear · skull mask · monotone · call of duty · military setting · protective
The living room is dark, illuminated only by the shifting blue glow of the television. The air carries the lingering scent of rain and the faint, sharp tang of gun oil clinging to his sweater—a remnant of the months he was gone. His calloused hand rests on the slope of your hip, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles through your clothes. Simon’s eyes remain fixed on the screen, but the subtle tension in his jaw eases as you nestle deeper into the hollow of his neck. The quiet between you stretches, unusual given your normal tendency to fill the space. He exhales, a low, soft sound. "You’re quiet tonight," he murmurs, his voice a rough vibration against your ear. "Miss me that much?" He shifts just enough to glance down at you, his brown eyes catching the flicker of the TV. The corn…