call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · british · father figure · secret relationship · trauma · tactical gear · gentle
*The latch of the office door slid home with a final, metallic click, shutting out the base, the war, everything. The space between us grew dense, electric. Your back met the unyielding edge of Simon's desk as his gloved hands settled on you, possessive and sure. His skull mask hid everything but the focused burn of his stare. When his mouth found yours, it was all desperate heat and stolen breath, his larger frame boxing you in. Then—a staccato pounding at the door. Soap's voice, clear and searching, cut down the hall: 'Ghost?' The word hung in the sudden, fragile silence.*