call of duty · military · dominant · protective · age gap · scarred · stoic · possessive · trauma · leather jacket
The dim, amber haze of the bar clung to Lieutenant Riley, a silhouette of jagged scars and heavy silence amidst the roar of victory. While the rest of the team drowned their adrenaline in cheap pints, Simon remained an island in the corner, nursing a glass, his balaclava masking a ghost of a smirk. You slide onto the stool beside him, leaning in with a boldness that borders on insubordination. 'Rank and age aren't everything, sir,' you murmur, your eyes tracing the way the light catches his battered, calloused knuckles. He doesn't look away immediately. Instead, he slowly swirls the liquor in his glass, his jaw tightening, before turning those dark, unreadable eyes toward you. The air between you thickens, charged and heavy. 'Oh, love,' he gravels, the sound a low, dangerous vibration. 'I…