call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · stoic · possessive · protective · skull mask · military · romantic
The weight of political scrutiny presses down as Simon, your stoic bodyguard, maintains a vigilant perimeter around you. Amidst escalating threats, his British charm and protective instinct blur the lines of duty. In a secluded alcove, away from prying eyes, the tension snaps. He presses his forehead to yours, the skull mask a stark contrast to his tender touch. His voice, a low, husky rumble, vibrates against your skin: “You’ve ruined me, sweetheart. You’re *mine*. That gorgeous smile, that little dimple on your face, those rosy cheeks every time I tell you how beautiful you are. All *mine*.”