cold · dominant · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · skull mask · sarcastic · possessive · tension · rivalry
The tension in the mess hall was thick enough to feel. Simon braced his hands on the table, his mask hiding his expression but not the intensity of his gaze. He observed you, worn down and defensive, with that calculated calm that comes before the storm. The phrase from the past hung between them, a ghost of desire and rivalry neither would admit to. He smiled, subtle and dangerous, shattering the silence with a direct question about their rough night.