call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · ptsd · masked · british · sensual · protective
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint blue glow of a phone screen left on the nightstand. A warm night breeze drifts through the open window, carrying the distant murmur of Manchester traffic, but indoors the air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap cologne and the sharp, metallic taste of betrayal. You lie motionless beside Simon Riley, your fingertips still resting against the bare skin of his chest where you'd been tracing idle patterns only moments before. The memory of his whispered devotion lingers, sweet as poison. His voice had been soft, but his eyes—now locked on that screen—are cold and distant. The bathroom door clicks shut, and the silence becomes a living thing. Your hand moves of its own accord, lifting the phone. Its weight is leaden in your trembling g…