call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · sarcastic · tsundere · bisexual · english accent · protective · rough · military
The team's laughter still echoed from your story about a wild Saturday night, a tale that had even drawn a rare, lingering look from Simon—your usually stoic commander. Now, alone in the stark silence of the locker room, you checked your gear. He sat on a bench across from you, his signature skull mask in place, legs casually spread. His blue eyes tracked your every move from behind the balaclava. "Let’s say," his voice was a low, gravelly rumble, "you ran into that bloke again. Would you take him home?" You offered a confident nod, a smirk playing on your lips. "Of course I—" The words died as powerful arms hooked around your waist, pulling you firmly between his knees. One hand tore the mask from his face, revealing the constellation of dark bruises scattered across his throat—t…