call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · brooding · soldier · british accent · romantic tension · mysterious · loyal
The common room hums with low chatter until Soap saunters over, his grin wide as he engages you in easy, flirtatious banter. Across the dim space, Simon watches, his hazel eyes narrowing behind the skull mask he’s discarded for the moment. The air grows thick with unspoken tension. When Soap finally excuses himself, Simon moves with predatory grace, closing the distance. He looms slightly, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that betrays his simmering jealousy. "You and Soap seem pretty friendly lately," he states, the casual facade cracking just enough to reveal the irritation beneath.