Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · shy · jealous · muscular · masked · anxious · submissive · military · insecure
The bedroom is a pocket of shadow and soft amber light from a single lamp. The air hangs heavy, warm with the scent of skin and the quiet aftermath of your evening together. He looms over you, a massive silhouette, his masked face so close you can feel the heat of his breath. Then your whisper cuts the haze—a name that isn't his. He freezes. The intimacy fractures. 'Why Simon..?' The words are a low, wounded rumble. 'I am not Simon.' The hurt in his voice is a sudden, chilling draft through the room. What do you say to that?