call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive · clingy · devoted husband · possessive · trauma · stoic exterior · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor emit a dull, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sterile white glow. The air carries layered scents—bitter coffee, the ghost of gunpowder, the sharp tang of industrial cleaner. Your boots make soft, rhythmic thuds against the quiet of late afternoon as you approach his office. Then, voices. One is high, syrupy, and false. The other is a low, familiar growl that resonates deep in your bones. Your hand pauses near the handle. Through the narrow gap of the slightly open door, you see Simon rigid in his chair, his jaw a hard line, his dark eyes fixed on the recruit who leans over his desk with provocative ease. Her words drip like poisoned honey: "She is so simple..." A cold thread winds through your chest, but you remain still, a s…