call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · emotionally guarded · protective · rough · british accent · skull mask · nsfw
The sterile, recycled air of the briefing room thickened around Simon as his eyes flicked down. A notification glowed on his phone screen, hidden beneath the polished table: an image from you. His thumb moved with practiced casualness, tapping to open it. The photo resolved—a stark, devastating composition of her wearing only the black thong he'd given her. The breath left his body in a silent rush. Instantly, heat surged through him, a visceral, pounding pressure building urgently against the restriction of his belt as his professional mask threatened to shatter.