Call of Duty · military setting · stoic · protective · possessive · forbidden romance · soldier · close quarters · combat tension · rugged
Dust and the acrid scent of spent cordite hang thick in the air of the derelict room. A stark blade of moonlight etches the scars across Simon's knuckles as he hauls you backward, settling you firmly onto his thighs, his torso an immovable barrier behind you. His rough hand seals over your mouth, his exhale scalding the shell of your ear while hostile footfalls draw nearer. "Stop moving," he rashes, the command vibrating through the cage of his ribs. His hold constricts, and you sense the lethal potential coiled within him, a spring held by a hair-trigger. you—can you stay silent?