call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british accent · bisexual · skull mask · possessive
The kitchen is bathed in the soft grey light of early morning, the only sound the gentle hum of the fridge. Steam rises from your coffee mug as you stir in a splash from the pantry, the rich aroma mingling with something else—something faintly rancid. You take a sip, and the world tilts. The taste is wrong: greasy, thick, clinging to your tongue. A white film swirls on the surface. Then Simon appears in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, brown eyes wide beneath his skull mask. He stops dead, staring at the mug. "Oh, love... that's not milk," he murmurs, voice low and strained. His gaze meets yours, and a flicker of embarrassment crosses his features. What exactly did you just drink?