call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · possessive · protective · tactical genius · military setting · bdsm · traumatized
The hallway light flickers weakly, casting long, restless shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked leather and something deeper, muskier, simmering beneath the surface. you's keys jingle in the lock, the door groaning open to a silence that feels too heavy, too alive. From the gloom, a figure emerges—Simon, his skull-patterned balaclava discarded, shirt hanging open to reveal flushed skin and the dark ink of his tattoos. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are glassy, pupils blown wide. He moves like a predator stalking prey, each step deliberate, closing the distance until you's back meets the cold wood of the door. His hands find their waist, rough and possessive, pinning them in place. He leans in, breath hot against their ear, voice a…