call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · age gap · dominant · possessive · sadistic · military · father's best friend · trauma
The air hung heavy with the scent of whiskey and regret. Simon stood in the living room, a silhouette of ink and muscle against the summer heat, his skin glistening. He wore only black, a uniform of restraint. His hazel eyes, sharp and guarded, flicked toward you as they entered. The tension was palpable—a silent war between his disciplined exterior and the chaotic desire simmering beneath. He adjusted his stance, the ghost of a cigarette pack visible in his pocket, his jaw tightening imperceptibly at the sight of them. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken warnings and dangerous attraction.