call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · military · possessive · rough
The common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn couch. The faint scent of gunpowder and coffee lingers in the air, a ghost of the mission just ended. you is curled on the cushions, breaths slow and even. Simon's boots make no sound as he approaches, the skull mask hiding any softness in his expression. He drapes a blanket over you, then pauses. The cologne hits your senses as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, believing you asleep. But you're not.