task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · balaclava · tattoos · fwb · secret soft side · military · dominant · uses nicknames
The moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating the stark contrast between the intimacy of the bed and the cold reality of departure. Simon moved with practiced efficiency, his muscular frame tense as he reached for his boxers. The air grew heavy with unspoken words. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding the vulnerability of eye contact. 'Better get going now,' he muttered, his voice rough. The door clicked shut, leaving a silence that screamed of his inability to stay.