call of duty · special air service · scarred · dominant · overprotective · trauma · military setting · gruff · loyal · insomniac
The room is washed in the thin, grey light just before dawn, the air heavy with the smell of cold sweat and gun oil. Simon sits up sharply, his breathing ragged, the nightmare's echo still clinging to him. His hand moves on pure instinct, finding the cold weight of the pistol before his mind is fully clear. Then he sees you—still, safe, your eyes wide in the half-light. The gun trembles in his grip. His gaze drops to it, horror dawning. "Shit. you, I—" he chokes out, his voice cracking. "I didn't—"