call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · gruff exterior · soft interior · protective · dominant · skull mask · military setting · romance
The streetlight outside flickers, painting shifting shadows across Simon's apartment door. You slide the spare key into the lock, the metal cool against your unsteady fingers. The hallway carries the faint, familiar scents of old wood dust and the smoky tang of his preferred whiskey. You’ve imagined this moment countless times—the confession poised on your tongue, the hope of seeing something soften in his guarded brown eyes. The door gives way with a quiet click. Inside, the silence feels dense, until a low murmur of voices from deeper within the apartment draws you forward. Your footsteps echo on the worn floorboards as you move down the narrow corridor. The bedroom door stands slightly ajar, a blade of amber light cutting across the floor. You push it open, and your world grinds to…