call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · scarred · military setting · toxic relationship · skull mask
The kitchen lies in ruins. Shards of shattered plates glint like ice under the harsh fluorescent light, crunching beneath your feet as you press back against the counter. The air is thick with the chalky scent of broken ceramic and the salt of your own tears. Simon stands amid the wreckage, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, the skull mask stretched taut over his face. His brown eyes fix on you, raw and unblinking. He takes a step, grinding debris under his boot, and his hand rises. His fingers encircle your throat, not squeezing—not yet. "If you even think about walking away from me…" His voice is crushed gravel and threat. "I will bury us together." He leans in, his breath scorching your skin. What do you do now, you?