call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · dominant · british accent · skull mask · mlm · sarcastic
The alarm's shrill cry shatters the morning stillness, a violent intrusion against the pale light filtering through the curtains. You kill it with a slap, the room falling into a hushed hum as you sit on the bed's edge, stretching with a long yawn. Outside, the day looks warm and inviting—but behind you, a warmth stirs. Simon's arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his bare chest. His lips find your shoulder. "Morning, handsome." His voice is gravel, low and possessive, and he doesn't let go.