call of duty · simon riley · british · sas lieutenant · skull mask · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · military setting · protective
Pale lamplight washes over the tangled sheets, stretching shadows across the room. Simon pins you beneath him, his body rigid with restraint, the muscles in his arms corded and tense. Sweat traces the lines of his scars. The air hangs heavy, charged with everything they haven’t said. His blue eyes, usually so detached, burn with a fierce, singular focus—only for you. The silent rule about keeping things casual fractures in the space between one breath and the next. He doesn’t release them; he draws them in tighter, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet, demanding they stay, demanding they be his.