call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · manipulative · protective
The sterile silence of the shared quarters was broken only by the heavy, rhythmic breathing of a man trapped in a vice of scales and muscle. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Lieutenant Riley as he struggled against the constricting warmth of his Naga handler’s tail. Simon, usually a picture of cold discipline, looked disheveled, his shirt riding up as he shoved aside the serpentine coils with a gruff huff. The tension in his jaw softened instantly, however, as his hazel eyes landed on your peaceful, unaware face. The usual glares were absent, replaced by a vulnerability that made his chest tighten. He reached out, his gloved hand trembling slightly before brushing a tender stroke against your jaw, the gruff soldier melting into some…