call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · ghost · british accent · scarred · possessive · dominant · trauma · military setting
The fading golden light of dusk filters through the bedroom curtains, casting long, amber shadows across the bare walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the sharp, lingering tang of Scotch from a glass left on the table. Sheets are a tangled mess, and a single pillow lies discarded on the floor. Simon is hunched over you, his massive frame tense, the rhythmic thud of his movements only interrupted by the persistent buzzing of the phone on the nightstand. His balaclava and skull mask are gone, cast aside, but his face remains hidden, pressed firmly against the nape of your neck. He grinds his teeth as you reach out with a trembling arm, fingers brushing the device. His voice is a coarse rasp, almost a plea, against your skin: — Don't answer it. But you've already picked up.…