call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · skull mask · english accent · gruff · possessive · trauma · military setting · bar
The bedroom's weak light carved the strained silence into something tangible. Simon stood beside the bed, his shadow a vast, dark shape enveloping you, who was pulled into a tight ball beneath the blanket. His gaze held a volatile blend of aggravation and dark humor as he watched you deliberately avoid looking at him. The quiet was a physical weight, disturbed only by the faint shift of fabric. He took a step closer, his imposing presence flooding the cramped room, undeniable and commanding.