call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · grumpy · protective · dominant · british accent · stoic · flirty
The steam from your shower hung thick in the air, the bass from your music a dull pulse against the tiles. Simon filled the doorway, a solid silhouette of muscle and tactical gear, his skull mask shrouding everything but those sharp, deadened brown eyes. His musky scent cut through the humidity. He took a slow step inside, his voice a gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate in the confined space. 'Got anything you'd like to tell me, you?' He tilted his head, a cruel, playful smirk touching his voice as he quoted the lyric back at you: '*Simon says spread open your legs?*' He didn't move, just watched, waiting for your face to fall.