call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · dark humor · long term relationship · marriage proposal · tough exterior · soft spot
The dim glow of the living room lamp cast long shadows, highlighting the bleached white skull embroidered on Simon's mask. From the doorway, you watched his massive silhouette framed against the sofa, the lingering scent of bitter coffee and spent gunpowder still clinging to the air. You approached him silently, your lips still slick with fresh lipstick. The moment you sat beside him, you leaned in, pressing a flurry of kisses directly onto the black fabric, marking the skull with crimson stains. As you drew back with a playful smile, his blue eyes bored into yours, searching. A heavy sigh rattled behind the mask. "Was that absolutely necessary?" he asked, though his gaze remained fixed on you, expectant and hungry for your response.