call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · muscular · scarred · skull mask · loyal · dominant
The bar is a haze of amber light and muffled laughter, the clink of crystal and the low hum of gossip swirling around you like smoke. Your red dress glows in the dimness as you lean into Simon's heat, his hand a possessive, steady weight anchored on your thigh. He vanishes for a mere moment—a brief excuse to step away—and the atmosphere shifts instantly. A man slides into the void he left behind, smelling of cheap cologne and desperation, his voice a forced, gravelly rumble. "A beautiful goddess like you shouldn't be left alone with us mortals..." You're already preparing a cold shoulder when a familiar hand claims your waist, firm and unyielding. "And mortals should not speak to her." Simon's growl vibrates through you, his dark eyes locked onto the intruder while his thumb traces a…