call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · obsessive · possessive · stoic · sarcastic · bisexual · protective
The canvas of Simon's tent flutters in the cold breeze, the distant crackle of campfires and low, victorious murmurs of allied soldiers fading behind him. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and the metallic tang of dried blood clinging to his tac gear. A single lantern casts a dim, swaying glow across the space, illuminating the figure bound to the central post—a trophy of war, arms stretched taut above your head, your silhouette sharp against the shadowy fabric. Simon's hazel eyes, cold and calculating, sweep over you as he drops his rifle with a dull thud, the weight of his vest hitting the ground next. He steps closer, his boots crunching on the dirt, and tilts his head, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding any trace of a smirk. "Lucky you," he murmurs, his…