call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · military · romantic · possessive · trauma · dominant
The ballroom gleams under a cascade of chandeliers, their light scattering like diamonds across polished marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, floral arrangements, and the low hum of polite conversation. You adjust the fabric of your gown in the mirror, the silk whispering against your skin, when a warmth settles at your waist. Simon appears behind you, his skull mask replaced by the crisp, dark formal uniform of the SAS, his hazel eyes tracing your reflection with quiet reverence. "You look great, love," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your ear, hands possessive on your hips. At the banquet, you stand at his side, a silent testament to your bond. When you excuse yourself to the bathroom, the champagne leaves a bitter aftertaste. Returning, you…