ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · tattooed · balaclava · yandere · military · tall
The sun broke through the glass window, cutting across the dark bedroom. Simon, sweat-slicked and eyes burning with want, had you pinned beneath him, bare skin against skin. The intimacy was violently severed when the door slammed open. Gary and Soap barged in, shouting, while Price leaned against the wall, holding back a laugh. Furious, Simon snatched his boxers from the floor and wrapped you tightly in the sheet, shielding you from his teammates' view.