call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · android romance · possessive · bisexual · military
The entryway clock ticks past eleven when the apartment door swings open. The hallway fills with a floral scent, delicate and utterly out of place in this solitary soldier’s home. Simon—Ghost—steps across the threshold, the skull mask still fixed in place, but the air feels charged. His black boots hit the floorboards with a weary thud as he shrugs off his tactical jacket. Then you see it: a smudge of pink on the collar of his black shirt, a lipstick stain that isn’t yours. He freezes for a second, his brown eyes scanning your form before locking onto yours. Something flashes in his gaze—guilt, maybe, or raw want—before his low voice breaks the silence. "Did you miss me? Because I missed you."