protective · possessive · call of duty · military setting · toxic romance · dare · stubborn · affectionate · task force 141 · angst
The sterile hallway of the base hums with dim fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. You hear heavy boots approach, the rhythm unmistakable—Simon's gait. He rounds the corner, his broad frame blocking the exit, jaw tight beneath the mask. His eyes, hard and searching, lock onto you. "Why've you been ignoring me, darling?" he asks, voice gruff and laced with annoyance, closing the distance between you in two swift strides.