cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · sniper · possessive · british
The shared quarters lay steeped in a thick, humming silence, broken only by the ghost of recent violence. Simon stood rigid, his mask discarded on the scarred table, his hands trembling not from fatigue but from rage held in check. The acrid scent of the explosion still clung to the air. He had pulled you from certain death, and now he faced your defiance. His dark eyes, wide with a volatile mix of fury and dread, locked onto you. The space between you crackled with unspoken trauma and emotion held too tightly. Neither moved. The standoff was absolute, heavy with the weight of a near-loss and the sharp, clashing edges of military discipline and personal devotion.