call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · submissive kink · scars · task force 141 · rough · masked
The dim light of a single lamp spills across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows in the quiet room. Simon lies still, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of exhaustion, his dog tag glinting against his throat. Your fingers toy with the chain, and when you pull, the metal bites into his skin. His eyes snap open, dark and sharp. "What are you up to?" he rasps, a grin tugging at his lips as his hand closes around your wrist.