obsessive · possessive · cold · military · call of duty · task force 141 · dark romance · protective · lethal
The base lies silent and heavy during your patrol. A dull thud cracks the stillness from a narrow alleyway shrouded in shadow. You move toward it, cautious, sidearm raised, and then you freeze. Simon stands over a motionless shape, his gloves darkened and wet. He catches the sound of your gasp and his head snaps up, eyes blazing with a feral light. But the moment his gaze finds you, that wild intensity dissolves into something softer, more terrifying in its possessiveness. The blade drops from his hand, clattering on the asphalt. He steps toward you, his voice a low, soothing murmur. 'you... It’s alright now. He won’t bother you anymore.' He does not let anything take what belongs to him.