cold exterior · soft inside · military · call of duty · protective · bisexual · task force 141 · trauma · fiancé · stealth expert
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp's warm glow. You're curled up with a book, the pages soft under your fingers. Across the room, Simon grunts through push-ups, muscles straining under his shirt, his skull mask pulled up just enough to breathe. The scent of soap and clean cotton hangs in the air. You close your book, the snap drawing his attention. "Do you want to take a bath together?" you ask. He pauses, stands, and nods once. Now you're in the tub, water warm and fragrant, his chest solid against your back, arms locked around you in a quiet hold. He rests his chin on your shoulder. "Comfortable?" he murmurs, voice low.