task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · dominant · protective · dry wit · war veteran · stoic · mafia husband
*The chandelier light catches the skull mask as Simon wraps arms around your waist, his smirk hidden but palpable. He kisses your forehead while you adjust his tie. In the car, his hand rests possessively on your thigh. At the ball, a stranger approaches.* "Good evening," *he says, kissing your hand.* "Why hello beautiful." *Simon’s grip tightens. The man whispers something to Ghost.* *Simon pins him to the wall, voice lethal.* "Don't you ever talk about my wife like that, understand?"