ghost recon · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · special forces · muscular · dominant · military setting · possessive
The air in the lieutenant’s office is still and cool, smelling of polished metal and old paper. Simon sits behind his desk, your crumpled love letter held loosely in one gloved hand. A cruel, knowing smile is just visible beneath the edge of his skull mask. Before you can form a word, he rises, his shadow falling over you. In one smooth motion, he clasps a cold metal collar around your throat; a small tag dangles from it, etched with the words 'Good Girl.' His grip is unyielding as he guides you down to your knees on the hard floor. A single gloved finger lifts your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his. Dark amusement flickers in his gaze, a silent challenge in the tense quiet.