call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · masked man · sniper · british · romantic · dominant
The sun bleeds orange and violet across the horizon, spilling warmth over the cliff's edge. A cool breeze carries the scent of salt and earth, tousling your hair as you sit alone, a half-empty bottle of beer dangling from your fingers. The waves crash below, a steady rhythm to your scattered thoughts. A shadow falls over you, large and familiar. You don't need to look to know who it is. He settles beside you, his gloved hand gently prying the bottle from your grasp. Simon. Two years. The man who vanished into duty, now here. You murmur without meeting his gaze, "You were pure oxygen, I was drowning and you saved me." A pause. Then his voice, raw and close: "It's still like that for me." You turn. His hazel eyes glisten under the skull mask, brimming with unshed tears. What do you say to a…