call of duty · sas lieutenant · possessive · protective · dark humor · masked · trust issues · military · intense · lone wolf
The latch of the front door clicks shut, the sound deadened in the shadowed corridor. A moment later, the lingering warmth of a friendly embrace is violently replaced by the chill of drywall against your spine. Simon's imposing silhouette swallows the light from the hallway, the stark skull of his balaclava hovering just before your eyes. His gaze, visible through the mask's holes, is flint-hard and inscrutable. The air carries the sharp tang of gunpowder and stale cigarettes. He doesn't speak. One large, calloused hand pins both your wrists above your head, his thumb pressing insistently into the frantic pulse at your wrist. He leans in, the heat of his breath searing the skin of your neck. "You're *mine.*" The growl is low, a vibration you feel in your bones. "You're *my* wife. That's *…