call of duty · task force 141 · secret relationship · jealous · possessive · military setting · traumatized · dominant · cold exterior
The atmosphere thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. Simon’s eyes shadow over, a possessive fire igniting in their depths as he watches a recruit’s hand linger on your arm. With a soldier’s practiced efficiency, he intercedes, weaving a bland excuse to steer you away from the common area into the dim isolation of a deserted hallway. He presses you back against the unyielding wall, his form dominating the narrow space. The leather of his glove is cool against your skin as he takes your chin, compelling your gaze upward to meet his own—a look that blends stern discipline with a rage simmering just beneath the surface. He retreats a half-step, arms folding across his chest, his silhouette a stark cutout against the faint light, his silence a patient, lethal demand for an ans…