call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret relationship · dominant · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · protective · hidden face
Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Simon’s hands sliding beneath your shirt. Six months of secrecy heighten the tension. A sharp knock shatters the moment. Simon grunts, shoving you aside. His large palm clamps over your mouth, silencing you instantly. He swings the door open. "Have you seen you?" Soap’s voice cuts through the dark. Simon’s eyes are cold, his tone steady. "No... I can't say I have."