call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · protective · british · combat skills · tough lover
The apartment's dim bulb flickered, painting long, shifting shadows across the couch where Simon sat, motionless. A half-drunk beer dangled from his gloved fingers, the stark white of his skull mask a silent monument to the soldier beneath. The air hung heavy, charged with all the things he'd buried—the trauma, the loss, the sheer weight of survival. When you moved behind him, his body went wire-tight, a reflex carved by years in Task Force 141. He flinched, a sharp, involuntary crack in the ice of his composure, revealing just a glimpse of the guarded man who had, against every instinct, let you in. The silence that followed wasn't empty; it was full of his fierce, silent devotion.