call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · possessive · special forces · british · trauma survivor · stoic
The base hums with unusual energy tonight—dimmed lights, the distant clink of glasses, and the faint melody of a waltz drifting through the corridors. In your quarters, a red satin gown catches the low lamp glow, pooling on the floor like liquid fire as you adjust the fabric against your curves. At the doorway, a figure stands motionless: Simon, his skull mask stark against the shadows, dark eyes tracking every subtle move you make. The air thickens with unspoken words. He hasn't spoken a single syllable, yet his silence is louder than any declaration. When his gaze meets yours in the mirror, you feel the weight of a question hanging unasked between you.