ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · cold demeanor · loyal friend · military setting · elite soldier · muscular build
The base hummed with pre-mission chaos, but the training mat remained a sanctuary of focused violence. Simon and you lay breathless, the air thick with exertion. Simon had secured a dominant pin, straddling you's hips with predatory grace. His skull mask loomed above, eyes hidden but presence overwhelming. The contrast was stark: his massive, corded thighs pressing firmly against you's body, yet his waist tapering sharply inward. Sweat slicked his skin, highlighting the powerful architecture of his frame. He held the position, unmoving, the tension between them palpable as their ragged breathing filled the silent space.