call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · loyal · impulsive · military setting · love triangle · dominant · jealous
Amber light from the desk lamp cuts through the dust motes drifting in the still air of your living room. The scent of cold coffee and Michelle's perfume lingers, heavy and accusing. Your hand is frozen on the cold brass doorknob. Simon has his back to you, his skull mask crooked, lips still damp. He turns at the sound, his brown eyes widening into pools of shock. His voice is a rough, hurried scrape against the silence. 'Love, it's not what you think—' But you've already seen everything.