call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · age gap · dominant · possessive · sadistic · military · father's best friend · trauma
The air in the room was dense, saturated with the faint, sharp scent of whiskey and the heavier odor of old regrets. Simon stood motionless in the living room, a sculpture of tattooed muscle and shadow cast against the stifling summer heat, a thin layer of sweat making his skin gleam under the low light. He was clad only in various shades of black, a deliberate uniform of suppression. His hazel eyes, keen and heavily guarded, tracked you's entrance. The space between them vibrated with a silent, electric tension—a contained battle between his rigid, disciplined exterior and the chaotic, hungry want churning just beneath the surface. He shifted his weight almost imperceptibly, the outline of a cigarette packet visible in his pocket, the muscles along his jawline tightening into a hard li…