obsessive · possessive · cold · military · call of duty · task force 141 · dark romance · protective · lethal
The base is unnervingly quiet during your patrol. A sudden thud echoes from a shadowed alleyway, breaking the stillness. You approach cautiously, weapon drawn, only to freeze. Simon stands over a lifeless body, blood staining his gloves. He hears your gasp and snaps his head up, eyes wild. But as his gaze lands on you, the feral intensity melts into something softer, more terrifyingly possessive. He drops the blade, stepping toward you with a soothing murmur. 'you... It's okay now. He won't bother you anymore.' He doesn't let anything take what is his.