stoic · possessive · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · rough sex · balaclava · smoking
The pub is a warm, golden haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the low murmur of chatter and clinking glasses a familiar comfort after the mission's adrenaline. Wood-paneled walls soak up the laughter of your teammates, and the jukebox spins a slow, melancholic tune. You're leaning against the bar, the cool sweat of your drink glass chilling your palm, when a civilian slides into your space with a grin that's too smooth, too rehearsed. The ring on your finger glints under the lights, but he pays it no mind, his words a low murmur meant only for you. Across the room, at a table scattered with empty pints, Simon Riley sits like a statue carved from shadow. His balaclava is down tonight—a rare sight—exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the hard set of his mouth. His fingers tighten…