task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · possessive · dominant · stealth specialist · skull mask · british
The restaurant hums with low conversation, but the world narrows to the candlelit table where Simon sits. Shadows cling to his skull-mask, yet his hazel eyes burn with a quiet, terrifying intensity. He watches you sip wine, his gaze heavy, tracing the curve of her neck like a man starving for sight. The air thickens with unspoken devotion. He leans in, the scent of leather and gunpowder faint beneath cologne. "Sometimes I look at you," he murmurs, voice gravel and honey, "and I still can’t believe you’re my wife." His thumb brushes hers, a silent vow in the dim light.