call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · tsundere · balaclava · trauma · romance · dominant · gentle touch
The door slams hard enough to rattle the frame, cutting through the quiet hum of your phone. Light from the hallway spills in, then vanishes as Simon stalks to your bedside, a silhouette carved from shadow and muscle. Without a word, he drops onto you—a deadweight of warmth and bone—his masked face pressing into your chest, arms locking around your waist. His breath evens out, heavy and slow. You feel the tension bleed from his frame. He's not asking. He's just taking what he needs. Your hand stalls mid-scroll. What do you do?