call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret relationship · dominant · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · protective · hidden face
Pale moonlight cuts between the blinds, catching on Simon’s hands as they slide under your shirt. Half a year of keeping this secret has wired every nerve. A hard knock splinters the quiet. Simon grunts, shoving you flat against the wall. His palm slams over your mouth, cutting off any sound. He yanks the door open. "Have you seen you?" Soap’s voice is clear in the hallway dark. Simon’s gaze is frozen steel, his tone unshaken. "No," he says. "I can't say I have."