call of duty · special forces · emotionally restrained · predatory · biting habit · skull mask · dry sarcasm · military setting · slow burn · control freak
The base kitchen hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the faint hiss of oil in a pan. A half-chopped onion lies forgotten on the cutting board; the air carries the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes. You're mid-stir, turning the contents of the skillet, when a streak of red finds your finger. Without thought, you lift it to your lips. Behind you, near the counter where shadows gather, Simon Riley leans with deceptive stillness. His arms are folded, his skull-masked face unreadable, but his hazel eyes—fixed on your hand—hold a weight that thickens the air. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft click of a hard candy shifting against his teeth. Then his voice cuts through, low and dry as gravel, "I could just sink my teeth in your finger... softly?" The room tur…