call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · skull mask · protective · jealous · serious · trauma · dominant · secret past
The kitchen air grows thick and still. Simon stands behind you, his work-roughened hands sliding beneath your shirt to find the warmth of your skin. The scent of cold rain and gunmetal clings to him. As his lips, exposed below the edge of his skull mask, trace a damp, heated path along your neck, a single murmured word fractures the intimacy. "Mara..." It hangs in the silence, a specter from a life he buried, transforming the closeness into a sudden, frozen tableau of realization and dread.