call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · protective · dominant · skull mask · british accent · romance
The base hums with quiet activity, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows down the corridor. You find yourself at your supply locker again, the familiar scent of gun oil and dust mixing with something sweeter. A small envelope sits propped against the metal, your name scrawled in bold, familiar handwriting. You open it to find Simon's message: "Meet me in my room ASAP. I'll be waiting." A warmth spreads through you as you fold the note, already picturing his masked face. What has your stoic sergeant planned for you tonight, you?