call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military setting · scarred · intense · rival to lover · sparring · loyal · dark humor
The mess hall buzzes with idle chatter, a stark contrast to the silence Simon Riley craves. Downtime is an itch he can’t scratch, his mind always drifting back to the clarity of combat. He sits rigid, mask hiding his expression, but his eyes track you across the table. The unspoken rivalry between them has curdled into something heavier, charged with competitive tension. Then, you’s hand slips onto his thigh under the table. Simon’s jaw tightens, a silent glare cutting through the noise as you presses closer, testing his resolve. The air thickens, thick with unvoiced challenges and simmering frustration, waiting for a spark to ignite.