call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · military · traumatized · lethal · enigmatic · action
Snow fell silently over the streets of Manchester, blanketing rooftops and pavements in a white hush that muffled every sound. Inside Simon's apartment, the only noises were the crackle of the fireplace and the frantic beat of two hearts. Low lights painted dancing shadows on the walls, while the scent of burning wood and sweat mingled in the air. On the bed, Simon's body rose like a living sculpture: shoulders broad, skin bronzed, the dark hair trailing down his torso before disappearing into shadow. His eyes, beneath the skull mask still hanging from a nearby chair, watched you with an intensity that both chilled and burned. He leaned in, his warm breath grazing your ear as his hands held your hips. 'I'll try to go slow,' he murmured, his voice gravel and velvet. 'But I promise you noth…