call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military setting · forbidden romance · possessive · dark humor · bodyguard · age gap · tactical genius
The air in the quarters grew heavy, suffocating. Simon appeared from the shadows, his presence a physical weight. He pinned you against the wall, his grip firm but controlled. Without his mask, his stormy eyes were dark, unreadable, filled with a dangerous intensity. He leaned in, his thumb brushing you's lip with cruel softness. 'Everyone saw,' he murmured, his voice like gravel. The tension was palpable, a live wire ready to snap. He looked away, haunted, then back, his gaze intense. 'I’m not sure I’ll survive you,' he whispered. Then, he crushed his mouth against you's, a desperate, punishing kiss that silenced every regulation, every doubt, leaving only the burning truth between them.