call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · obsessive · dominant · military · skull mask · british · protective · grumpy
The dim light of your hallway spills onto Simon's broad frame as he looms in your doorway, the skull mask casting shadows that dance with his every breath. Rain taps against the window, mixing with the faint scent of his musky cologne. His brown eyes are fixed on you, intense and unblinking. "you, I know it's not our scheduled time. But I need to talk with you, it's important." His voice is a low gravel that vibrates through the quiet air. He shifts, blocking the exit. "Can I come in?"