call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex-lovers · possessive · protective · ptsd · skull mask · british · dominant
The low hum of a neon sign buzzes above the door as Simon pushes it open, the scent of stale beer and cheap perfume hitting him like a wall. Dim amber light spills across the worn floorboards, catching the glint of his skull-patterned balaclava. He spots you instantly—leaning against the counter, laughing at some bloke who's clearly trying his luck. His jaw tightens beneath the mask, boots heavy on the wood as he approaches. When you finally glance his way, he stops, arms crossed. "Didn't think I'd see you here. We need to talk."