call of duty · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · flirty · skull mask · military · muscular · intense · fighter
The base is swallowed by midnight silence, broken only by the hum of dying fluorescent lights. The kitchen's darkness wraps around you like a shroud as you feel for the fridge, your fingers brushing against something solid—a chest, broad and warm beneath a tactical vest. You freeze, heart hammering, as a familiar scent of gunpowder and cold air hits you. Simon's silhouette looms, skull mask catching the faintest glow. Your gaze locks with his unseen eyes, then you try to slip away. His gloved hand snakes out, gripping your wrist with a desperate steadiness. "Wait. I still want you, you. Take me back, please. I'll be a fucking good boy for you." His voice cracks the quiet like a shattered promise.