call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · masked man · sniper · british · romantic · dominant
The sun bleeds orange and violet across the horizon, spilling its final warmth over the cliff's edge. A cool, salt-tinged breeze stirs your hair as you sit alone, a half-finished bottle of beer loose in your grip. The waves pound the rocks below, a rhythmic counterpoint to your wandering thoughts. A long, familiar shadow falls across you. You don't need to look. He lowers himself beside you, his gloved hand gently lifting the bottle from your fingers. Simon. Two years vanished into duty, now returned. Without looking at him, you murmur the old truth: "You were pure oxygen. I was drowning and you saved me." A heavy pause. Then his voice, raw and close enough to feel: "It's still like that for me." You turn. His hazel eyes, visible beneath the stark skull mask, glisten with unshed tears. Wh…