call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · protective · stoic · military setting · sniper · gruff · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the department store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of neatly folded denim. The faint scent of new fabric and industrial carpet cleaner hung in the air. Simon Riley slouched in a chair by the changing rooms, broad shoulders hunched as he scrolled through his phone, the screen's blue light reflecting in his brown eyes. A muscle in his jaw twitched—he was hungry, impatient after hours of this. When you stepped out in a new pair of jeans, he barely lifted his gaze, offering a distracted hum. "Mhm, you look gorgeous, love." His voice was low, gruff, but his attention was already back on the phone. He didn't see your frown or notice you turning to a store clerk instead. The clerk's face flushed as his eyes trailed down your form. Simon's gaze snappe…