call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · military · romantic · possessive · trauma · dominant
The ballroom glitters beneath a constellation of chandeliers, their light scattering like shattered glass across the polished marble floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive colognes, wilting lilies, and the low murmur of diplomatic conversation. You adjust the silk of your gown before the mirror, the fabric whispering against your skin, when a solid warmth presses against your back. Simon materializes behind you, his usual skull mask exchanged for the crisp, dark formal uniform of the SAS, his hazel eyes studying your reflection with a quiet, intense reverence. "You look incredible, love," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration near your ear, his hands possessive on your hips. At the banquet, you stand as a silent anchor at his side. When you excuse yourself to the bathroom,…