call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive · clingy · devoted husband · possessive · trauma · stoic exterior · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hum a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder, and the faint, metallic tang of cleaning solvents. You’re walking toward Simon’s office, your boots making soft echoes against the silence of the late afternoon. As you approach the door, voices filter through—one high and syrupy sweet, the other a low growl that you know intimately. You stop, your hand hovering near the handle, and peer through the narrow gap left by the slightly ajar door. Inside, Simon sits rigid in his chair, his jaw tight, his dark eyes fixed on the recruit who leans provocatively over his desk. Her voice drips with false sweetness as she says, "She is so simple..." You feel a flicker of something col…