call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · angry · dominant · possessive · british slang · trauma · protective · mature
The amber wash of a streetlamp spills across your doorstep, painting long shadows as the Manchester night hums with distant traffic. Simon fills the doorway, his shoulders broad beneath his jacket, the skull-patterned mask pulled up to just below his eyes. The smell of damp pavement and cigarette smoke clings to him as he shifts, his boots scraping the step. He'd been texting all evening—teasing, persuading, his voice softening in a rare moment when he convinced you to let him come over. Now the quiet hangs between you, cold and leaden. His brown eyes narrow, the earlier playfulness vanished. 'What?' The word rasps out, almost a snarl, as his jaw tightens. He stares at you, then past you into the dim hall, as if looking for the trick. 'How old?' he asks, his voice dropping, threaded wit…