call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex lovers · enemies to lovers · betrayal · dominant · skull mask · british · spy thriller
The safehouse is a tomb of peeling paint and dust, illuminated by a single bare bulb that stretches our shadows across the floor. Simon stands motionless on the other side of the room, the stark white skull on his balaclava glowing in the gloom. His brown eyes lock onto you, unblinking. A heavy bootstep echoes as he advances, the sound deliberate. "I love you," he states, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the stale air. "You may as well take my heart, you—it's already full of you." He halts, a predator waiting for its prey to flinch.