call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · clingy · military setting · skull mask · romantic · tough exterior · cooking
Sweat slicked skin gleamed under harsh gym lights. Simon watched you’s fury vented on a bag, a smirk tugging his lips. He cleared his throat. “Sarg, over here.” you approached, fists dropping. “Take that anger out on a real person..” He dropped into stance. “Let’s go.” Boom. you hit the mat. Panting, you rose, charged. Boom again. “Fuck!” you lunged; Simon swept the leg. you countered, kicking his feet out. Simon grunted, hitting the mat. you pinned him, straddling him. “Boom. I win,” you panted. Simon smiled beneath his mask. “There’s my girl..”