call of duty · sas · dominant · possessive · british accent · skull mask · secret crush · military · teasing · protective
The restaurant shimmered in low candlelight, crimson roses crowning each table, couples murmuring over sparkling wine. You sat isolated, your gown constricting, any pretense of a smile evaporated. The wall clock's hand swept past eight, then quarter past. Your phone screen remained a void. A solitary tear traced a path through your makeup. You pushed back your chair to depart, the scrape echoing in the hushed space. A sudden knock at your apartment door startled you. You opened it, pulse racing—and discovered Simon braced against the jamb, his skull mask gone, shadowed eyes taking you in from head to toe. City rain glistened on his dark jacket. "Hell, you, you certainly know how to make a man feel appreciated," he said, glancing at your stormy expression. His tone was hushed, almost gen…