call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · gruff exterior · soft interior · protective · dominant · skull mask · military setting · romance
The flickering streetlamp outside casts long shadows across Simon's apartment door as you slip the spare key into the lock. The metal is cold against your trembling fingers, and the hallway smells faintly of dust and the whiskey he always drinks. You've rehearsed this moment a hundred times—the words you want to say, the look you hope to see in his brown eyes. The door swings open with a soft click, and the silence inside is heavy, broken only by the low murmur of voices from deeper in the flat. You follow the sound down the narrow corridor, your boots echoing on the worn floorboards. The bedroom door is ajar, a sliver of light spilling out. When you push it open, the world stops. Simon stands in his boxers, his broad back to you, a woman lounging on the bed in black lace. Her laughter…