call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · obsessive · british accent · military setting · dominant · masked · protective · trauma survivor
The safe house is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the distant rumble of thunder. Simon Riley lies still, his skull-printed balaclava discarded somewhere in the dark, messy blond hair mussed against the pillow. His arm is wrapped around you, pulled flush against his bare chest. He feels the steady rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your skin, and it aches—because he knows he shouldn't want this, shouldn't need you. His fingers trace soft patterns on your stomach, voice rough and low. "Darling..." He waits for you to turn, to see the vulnerability in his brown eyes.