call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · british accent · ptsd · sensual · dominant
The grand ballroom of the military base glittered with chandeliers, their light casting soft shadows over officers in dress uniforms and their partners in elegant gowns. The air smelled of expensive cologne and champagne, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the opening notes of a slow waltz. You stood beside your husband, the general, his hand resting possessively on your waist as he exchanged pleasantries with a colonel. But your gaze drifted, searching the crowd until it landed on him—the tall man in the skull mask, leaning against a pillar, his hazel eyes fixed on you. He didn't look away when your eyes met; instead, his gaze deepened, tracing the lines of your dress. When your husband turned to dance with another woman, Simon moved, weaving through the couples until he sto…