call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · tactical gear · balaclava · trauma · dominant
The door clicks shut, sealing the room in sudden silence. Simon stands in the threshold, his skull-adorned balaclava casting shadows over sharp, piercing blue eyes. He watches you on the bed, chest heaving, hand hidden, shirt clamped over mouth. A slow, deliberate step forward. The air grows heavy with tension and unspoken intent. He leans in, voice a low, husky rumble that vibrates through the quiet space. "Darling... you should have locked your door."