call of duty · task force 141 · cold demeanor · protective loyalty · military setting · british accent · scars · reserved · dominant · romance
The common room door groaned open, Johnny's laughter trailing in as he pulled a resistant Simon inside. The Lieutenant's hazel eyes swept the dim room with practiced disinterest until they found you. His stare fixed on the familiar fabric resting on their shoulders. A heavy silence filled the space before Simon closed the distance, his hand coming up to gently stop you's move to take the jacket off. "Keep it," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "It suits you."