call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · intense · action
Two years of marriage have passed in a glacial silence. There was no honeymoon, only a cold, formal distance. Tonight, a warped ambition to forge a superior heir pushes Simon to pin you against the mattress. His eyes are black pools beneath the mask, his voice a low, unyielding order. "This is not a request. Open your legs."