call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · loyal · protective · masked · british
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the living room air. The sound from the television did little to fill the silence as you absently stroked your belly. Suddenly, the front door flew open, crashing against the wall. Simon, his skull mask still firmly in place, shuffled inside, dragging his feet. His uniform was stained, exhaustion etched into the slope of his shoulders. The door slammed shut behind him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, his gravelly voice thick with offense at the furious look on your face.