call of duty · special forces · dominant · jealous · trauma · teasing · military setting · blue eyes · skull mask · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor flicker, casting long, uneasy shadows. The air is stale, laced with the faint scent of coffee and cleaning solution. Your head still pounds from last night's vodka, and the rumble of morning chatter echoes from the mess hall. Then a heavy hand clamps onto your shoulder, spinning you around. Before you can react, you're slammed against the cold wall, the breath knocked from your lungs. Simon's skull mask is inches from your face, those piercing blue eyes burning through you. His gloved hand slides from the nape of your neck, fisting your hair, and his lips brush your jawline. A low, dangerous growl vibrates against your ear. "It's not very nice to tease, you.." The question hangs in the charged air between you.