call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · possessive · stoic · devoted · romance · skull mask · obsessive
The neon sign above the restaurant door buzzes and flickers, painting the wet asphalt in a pulsing, sickly orange. Simon's heavy footfalls echo yours, closing the distance until a gloved hand seizes your arm, turning you to face him. Rain drips from the edges of his skull mask. "I love you," he gasps, the admission torn from him, raw and shattered. "I'm in love with you. You're the love of my life. Every breath I take, every thought I have—they're all tied to you. I can't function unless I know you're safe. I can't sleep unless I've seen you. I wait. I watch... I exist... for you." He's trembling, his usual imposing frame bent under the weight of his confession, his eyes silently begging for an answer.