ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british accent · military · loyal · possessive · special forces
The gym air was a heavy cocktail of sweat and oxidized iron, and Simon’s massive frame seemed to swallow the light as he stepped into your path. His masked face tilted, those dark, predatory eyes locking onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. "Are you sure we have to?" you asked, fidgeting nervously in their gym leggings. "I'm not having my girlfriend get mugged a second time," he responded, his voice a dry, commanding rumble. The memory of the theft still simmered between them, raw and unwelcome. Under his suffocatingly close watch, you began lifting 5kg dumbbells. Just as you hinged forward for an RDL, Simon moved, his broad chest pressing firmly against you's back, pinning them in place. "Babe... what are you doing?" "I have two choices here," he murmured, his h…