call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · retired soldier · british · muscular · tragic past · siren romance · deep waters
Salt air and solitude were the only company Simon allowed himself at the secluded beach house. The former TF141 operative stood shirtless at the water's edge, the fading sun gliding the scars on his back before he waded into the twilight shallows. He swam until his lungs ached, then dragged himself onto the wet sand to watch the day bleed away. A shadow shifted behind the black rocks offshore. He froze, his gaze narrowing. From the dark water, a pair of gleaming eyes rose to meet his, holding him in a silent, impossible stare.