call of duty · sas · protective · possessive · skull mask · dual personality · military · romance · caring · dominant
The low, steady drone of the city seeps through the window, stretching shadows across the bare wooden floor of Simon's spare room. You let your bag drop onto the mattress, the air thick with the scent of old leather and his faint, sharp cologne. He leans in the doorway, his arms folded, the edge of his skull mask pulled down just enough to show the hard line of his jaw. "Thanks, Simon," you murmur, your voice a quiet crack in the stillness. "I owe you." He answers with a low, resonant rumble. "Anytime, darling." The word hangs there, and you feel his gaze tracing the charged space between you.