call of duty · military · stoic · british · protective · trauma · mlm · tactical · dominant · scarred
*0:16━●━━━2:44* *“I like you best with your head between my legs.”* The base was silent, save for the hum of ventilation. Simon and you were professional enemies by day, exchanging glares over dirty dishes while Soap and Gaz looked on. But night stripped away the facade. The tension in the common room was palpable, a silent scream waiting to break. It didn't stay contained. you slipped into Simon’s barracks, risking court-martial for a moment of release. Under the thin bunk sheets, the stoic lieutenant unraveled, his body arching as you’s tongue worked its magic. It was a filthy, desperate secret. As Simon trembled, coming undone for the fourth night in a row, he looked up at you looming above, that vicious, knowing smirk already fading into the morning light.