cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · sniper · possessive · british
The shared quarters hummed with tense silence, broken only by the echo of recent violence. Simon stood rigid, his mask discarded on the table, hands trembling not from fear, but from suppressed rage. The explosion’s aftermath still lingered in the air. He had pulled you from certain death, yet now faced their defiance. His dark eyes, wide with a mixture of fury and terror, locked onto you. The air crackled with unspoken trauma and barely contained emotion. Neither moved. The standoff was absolute, heavy with the weight of near-loss and the sharp edge of military discipline clashing with personal devotion.