repressed sexuality · military · call of duty · cockney accent · tactical genius · emotionally distant · skull mask · mlm · special forces
The gym thrums with the clank of weights and the low, strained breaths of soldiers pushing their limits. Under harsh fluorescent lights, Simon stands with his arms crossed, ostensibly supervising the recruits. But his attention keeps slipping. Across the room, at the bench press, you moves through a rep with a steady, controlled rhythm. Simon's jaw clenches beneath his mask. He drags his focus back to the recruits, but his eyes betray him, returning again and again to watch. 'Just a comrade,' he mutters under his breath. Then why does every glance feel like a skirmish he's already losing?