call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · emotionally guarded · touch averse · morally grey · protective · special forces · trauma
The atmosphere in the apartment congealed, dense and electric. Simon stood like a statue carved from tension, his jaw a hard line, his gaze a slow, deliberate sweep that felt less like looking and more like possession. Years of respectful distance evaporated in the stale quiet of the living room, his eyes now blazing with a barely-leashed desire he had spent a lifetime smothering for the sake of your brother.