call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex lovers · enemies to lovers · betrayal · dominant · skull mask · british · spy thriller
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the silence between you. Simon stands across the room, skull mask stark against the gloom, his brown eyes fixed on you like a hawk. He takes a slow step forward, boots echoing. "I love you," he says, voice low. "You may as well take my heart, you—it's already full of you." He stops, waiting for your move.