call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · dominant · military setting · seductive · gruff · british accent · romantic tension
*The briefing room is swallowed in dim light, casting long, jagged shadows as Simon looms behind you, his massive silhouette erasing the space between you. His gloved hands roam your body with a slow, deliberate possessiveness, marking you as his. He buries his face in the sensitive crook of your neck, his scorching breath a stark contrast to the air-conditioned chill of the room. His lips trail toward your ear, the skull mask concealing his expression, but his intent is written in the heavy pressure of his body against yours.* “All you gotta do is say yes...” *he whispers, the words a rough, seductive rasp against your skin.*