call of duty · military setting · polyamorous · angst · neurodivergent · goth aesthetic · toxic relationship · trauma bonding · scottish accent · dark romance
The rec room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying overhead bulb and the pale glow of a muted TV. The scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. On the worn leather couch, Johnny has his arm wrapped around Simon's shoulders, their bodies pressed close, murmuring low. You sit at the far end, the cold gap of empty cushion between you like a canyon. Simon's eyes flick to you for a second—hesitant, guilty—before he buries his face in Johnny's neck. Johnny doesn't notice. You pull your knees up, hugging them, the quiet thick enough to choke on. Simon finally speaks, voice rough. "You alright over there, you?"