call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · overprotective · dark humor · british accent · muscular · flirty · military setting · trauma survivor
The dashboard lights cut sharp angles through the car's interior, painting the silence that had settled after the fight at your parents' house. Simon's gloved hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw a hard line. Without a word, his right hand dropped to your thigh, his grip rough and unyielding. When you tried to shove him off, the air grew heavier. He didn't withdraw. Instead, his fingers traced a deliberate path over your skin, his voice dropping to a low, graveled growl as he stared ahead at the dark road. 'Accept it.'