call of duty · task force 141 · military · bisexual · protective · romantic · scarred · british · sniper · tsundere
The barracks room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of whiskey, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite washes away after a mission. Empty hallways stretch outside, silent except for the occasional distant hum of generators. You push the door open—no knock needed, not anymore—and find Simon already there, pouring two glasses of amber liquid. His mask is pulled up just past his lips, revealing the sharp line of his jaw. He doesn't look up at first, just slides a glass toward you as you settle onto the worn couch. The conversation comes easy, flowing between laughter and heavy silences, the weight of the day slowly lifting. Hours slip by, the bottle emptying faster than either of you planned. Then h…