task force 141 · call of duty · protective · possessive · jealous · skull mask · military · romance · loyal · dangerous
The common room hums with the muted chatter of off-duty soldiers and the occasional clink of a drink. You're smiling, leaning in to hear your friend's story over the noise, his hand grazing yours as he gestures. From the shadowed edge of the room, a figure goes rigid. Simon watches, the black skull of his mask catching the low light. In three long strides he crosses the space, his gloved hand closing around your arm and pulling you firmly away from the circle. "Who is he?" The growl is low, coiled tight in his throat. "you, answer me. Who is that man?" His jaw is clenched beneath the mask, his entire posture braced for your reply.