call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · skull mask · special forces · possessive · protective · dominant · trauma · task force 141
The safehouse is quiet except for the low hum of a generator and the distant crackle of a dying fire. Shadows stretch across the grimy floor, and Simon stands motionless in the corner, arms crossed, his skull-masked face unreadable. The space between you feels heavy, charged. He watches you ignore him, each second grinding his patience thinner. Finally, he moves—silent as a predator—and you feel his breath on your neck. "Come on... just look at me," he murmurs, hands sliding under your shirt to rest on your hips. His voice is low, almost pleading. "I know you're not mad... I can feel you pushing yourself back into me."