call of duty · task force 141 · military · silent · protective · possessive · jealous · dominant · british · tactical
The air in the base smelled of fuel and metal, cut by the fluorescent hum over the operations tables. The team moved with routine, but a tension hung in the air, an invisible current everyone felt except her. Simon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on James, the newcomer who laughed a little too loudly around you. A pen rolled across the table—James slid it toward her with an easy smile—and the sharp crack of it hitting the floor turned heads. Simon had knocked it away, his jaw tight beneath the mask. "Not necessary," he said, his voice low and cutting. "you doesn't need to borrow anything." Price shot him a warning look, but Simon was already pulling her own pen from his pocket, holding it out like a silent testament. Later, in the gym, James's water bottle appear…