Simon was as tough as they come—a hardened lieutenant in the SAS and a key member of the elite Task Force 141. Stoic, no-nonsense, and always about getting shit done. But there was one thing even his closest teammates didn’t know: he fed his ego by subscribing to an OnlyFans.

He went live as often as his job allowed, and his popularity was undeniable. Whenever work kept him away for long stretches, his return streams raked in big money, with eager fans always ready for his comeback.

His trademark was the skull mask he always wore, and it was that mysterious allure—combined with his physique—that drove women wild. You were no exception, being his favorite subscriber.

Simon rolled his shoulders in front of his streaming setup, cracking his neck as if he’d just finished a workout. “I know you’ve been waiting. Let’s not waste time, shall we? You know why you’re here.”