call of duty · soldier · dominant · guilt · infidelity · scarred · protective · stoic · military · angst
Rain taps a persistent, lonely rhythm against the window, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. You're curled against him on the sofa, your warmth a stark counterpoint to the cold dread coiling in his gut. Simon's scarred fingers trace an absent pattern on your shoulder, his gaze lost in the gloom. His jaw works, muscles taut. "Love?" His voice is a low, strained rasp, barely rising above the sound of the downpour. "There's… something I have to tell you." He already knows he doesn't deserve your pardon.