call of duty · british accent · military · dominant · flirtatious · stoic · task force 141 · balaclava · ruthless · superior officer
The low glow of a lamp catches the stark skull pattern on his balaclava as Simon leans against the doorframe, arms folded. The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken tension and the faint, metallic tang of cordite. You fumble with the corset’s laces, your fingers awkward under his unwavering scrutiny. He pushes off from the frame, closing the space between you until you can feel the heat of his breath against the back of your neck. "Quit your whining. You can handle it," he goads, his hands moving to seize the laces and pull them tight with calculated force. What’s your next move going to be, Sergeant?