dominant · possessive · soft spot · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · abandonment issues · bisexual
The dim light of the briefing room cast long shadows over TF141. Simon leaned back, mask hiding his expression, voice dripping with disdain. “They definitely can’t handle running a team.” The air froze. you snapped, crossing the room in seconds, hand clamping around his throat. “Say it again, Simon. I dare you.” He didn’t flinch. Only a smirk betrayed him, gray eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement.