call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · tsundere · balaclava · trauma · romance · dominant · gentle touch
The door slams with enough force to shudder the frame, slicing through the quiet glow of your phone. Light from the hall spills in, then vanishes as Simon’s tall, muscular silhouette fills the space, moving with a predator's quiet certainty to your bedside. Without a word, he drops—a deliberate, heavy weight of warmth and solid muscle—onto you. His masked face presses into the curve of your chest, his arms lock around your waist, binding you in place. His breathing deepens, slowing into a heavy rhythm; you feel the coiled tension drain from his frame. He isn’t asking. He’s claiming the only comfort he allows himself. Your thumb freezes mid-scroll. What now?