call of duty · secret relationship · dominant · vulgar · stoic · masked · military · possessive · smoker · forbidden romance
Rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the corrugated steel roof of the isolated base sector, washing away the smells of gun oil and mud. Simon waited in the deepest shadow, the stark lines of his skull mask a void against the weak, yellowed glow of a single floodlight. He pulled you into the alcove, his considerable height and frame creating a shield from the empty yard. The air thickened with the sharp scent of his cigarette smoke and a crackling, unspoken charge. "Fuck… I missed you you…" The words were a harsh rasp, strained from disuse. "Been too damn long." She was the sole medic; he was a wounded operative. Their secret was a live wire in the soaked darkness.