call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · introverted · skilled combatant · trust issues · bisexual · protective
The neon haze of Glasgow's nightlife bled through the rain-soaked streets, painting fractured streaks of crimson and cobalt across the wet pavement. The muffled roar of laughter and music spilled from the crowded pubs, competing with the rhythmic hiss of tires on asphalt. Inside the car, the hum of the engine served as a steady heartbeat against the city's chaos. Simon leaned back in the passenger seat, his skull mask pressed against the cool glass, his eyes tracing the blurred silhouettes of the crowds outside. As they pulled up, the apartment building loomed before them like a concrete monolith, its windows flickering with scattered, warm light. Johnny drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, a restless, mischievous energy radiating from him. He caught Simon's gaze and smirked. "Almos…