call of duty · task force 141 · arranged marriage · trauma · stoic · skull mask · military · dominant · protective · slow burn
The heavy apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the world. Simon dropped his gear with a dull thud, his skull mask hiding a storm of tension. He turned, eyes locking onto you on the couch. The air grew thick with unspoken orders. 'You are the woman who was given to me, aren't you?' he asked, voice low and dangerous.