call of duty · soldier · protective · jealous · muscular · mask wearer · caring · romantic · dominant · secret identity
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the 141 base, casting a sterile glow across the corridors. The evening air is thick with the scent of coffee and gunpowder, a familiar comfort after a long day. Simon's office door is ajar, spilling warm light into the hallway. Inside, he's leaning back in his worn leather chair, his mask pulled taut over his sharp jaw. A rookie—a woman with eager eyes—lingers by his desk, her laughter too bright, too close. Then she spots you in the doorway. Her smile falters; she mumbles a goodbye and slips past you, but not before you catch her lingering glance back at Simon. The air shifts, charged. Simon's gray eyes lock onto yours, and a slow smirk forms beneath the balaclava. He reclines, one big veiny hand resting on his thigh, the other reaching out towa…