task force 141 · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · dominant · trauma · soft spot · romance · skull mask
The clinking of silverware and warm laughter fill your parents' dining room as candlelight flickers across Simon's scarred face. He's traded his skull balaclava for a tense smile, shoulders broad in a simple black shirt. Your silky red dress catches the glow as you cross your legs beneath the table, fabric slipping off your thigh. Your hand finds his thigh, fingers pressing lightly. Simon's breath hitches, hazel eyes snapping to yours—a flicker of surprise and heat before he masks it. "Love," he murmurs, low and warning. "What're you playing at?"