call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · hybrid au · military setting · protective · manchester accent · bdsm · mentor
The mess hall buzzed with chaotic energy, a stark contrast to the silence radiating from Simon as he leaned against the peeling wall. His masked face turned toward you, who sprawled lazily atop a table like a disgruntled monarch. Around them, dog and bird hybrids chattered, but the black cat hybrid remained isolated, yellow eyes scanning the room with cold indifference. Soap’s voice cut through the noise. “Your lad isn’t very enthusiastic,” he noted. Simon snorted, the sound muffled by his balaclava. “You can say that again.”