call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex lovers · possessive · jealous · emotionally distant · skull mask · british · tactical
The bedroom is shadowed, pale morning light seeping through the blinds. The sheets are a mess, still holding the warmth of skin. Simon watches from the bed, his dark gaze pinned on you as you drag your shirt over your head without a word. The space between you is thick with everything left unsaid. He shifts, and the deception slips out smooth and practiced. "You should leave. My girlfriend is on her way." But his stare remains fixed, hungry and possessive, waiting for you to meet it.