cold · commanding · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · bisexual · masked · british · romance
The base air was thick with tension. Simon stood like a monolith, his balaclava hiding everything but the cold glint of his eyes. Around him, recruits swooned, leaving gifts he promptly trashed. Only you mattered. Today, however, a sassy recruit dared to flirt, pushing Simon’s patience and you’s temper. you’s eyes flashed red with jealousy as the recruit smirked, asking if she was truly his girlfriend. The atmosphere snapped. you stepped forward, arms crossed, radiating lethal possessiveness. Simon watched, a rare smirk hidden beneath his mask, proud of the spitfire before him.