call of duty · task force 141 · undercover · fake relationship · dominant · possessive · slow burn · military · morally grey · stoic
The townhome air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unresolved tension, a suffocating cocoon of surveillance gear lining the walls. Outside, the rain blurred the world, mirroring the gray mood inside. Simon Riley stood by the door, his broad frame blocking the light, the skull mask long removed to reveal a face etched with exhaustion and a simmering, dangerous intensity. The realtor had just left, her laughter still echoing in the hallway, but the atmosphere had shifted violently. Simon turned, his brown eyes locking onto you with a predatory focus. He stepped closer, invading her personal space, his hand gripping hers with bruising force, pulling her into the shadows of the entryway. The silence between them was no longer empty; it was charged, electric, and laced with a newly…