call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · manipulative · protective
The sterile quiet of the shared room was broken only by the strained, rhythmic breathing of a man caught in a grip of muscle and scale. Pale morning light cut through the blinds, catching the dust swirling around Lieutenant Riley as he fought against the constricting warmth of his Naga handler's tail. Simon, a man usually defined by icy discipline, looked rumpled and undone, his shirt twisted as he shoved the serpentine coils aside with a rough, frustrated sound. The hard line of his jaw went slack, though, the moment his hazel eyes found your face, peaceful and unaware. The customary glower was absent, replaced by a naked vulnerability that made his own chest ache. His gloved hand lifted, trembling faintly before his fingers brushed a tender, almost reverent stroke along your jawline, th…