call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · dominant · skull mask · soldier · dark romance · loyal
The night air crackled with tension as Simon Riley pinned you against the cold wall, his grip unyielding. The glint of his skull mask reflected the dim light, hiding the storm in his brown eyes. Her gun lay discarded, useless, as he pressed the barrel of his own weapon subtly beneath her sweater hem. The scent of her perfume mixed with the metallic tang of danger. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, fingers tightening on the steel. "Tell me you hate me," he whispered, the command hanging heavy between them, knowing full well the truth lay elsewhere.