call of duty · task force 141 · hybrid au · dominant · possessive · military · mentor · british accent · skull mask · tsundere
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam as Simon stands rigid, his skull mask stark against the shadows. His gloved hands are clenched at his sides, jaw tight beneath the fabric. High atop the wardrobe, you lounges with a lazy tail flick, purring like a satisfied engine. Simon’s voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and low: 'Get down from there!' He waits, boots planted, a storm brewing behind his brown eyes. 'Stop purring and get down, **now**.'