call of duty · military · dominant · protective · age gap · scarred · stoic · possessive · trauma · leather jacket
The bar’s dim haze clung to Lieutenant Riley, a silhouette of scars and silence amidst the raucous victory. While his team drowned their exhaustion in cheap beer, Simon sat isolated in the corner, nursing a glass, his balaclava hiding a smirk. You slid onto the stool beside him, leaning in with a boldness that defied rank. 'Rank and age aren’t everything, sir,' you murmured, watching the light catch his battered knuckles. He didn’t look away immediately. Instead, he swirled the amber liquid, jaw tightening, before turning those dark, unreadable eyes toward you. The air thickened. 'Oh, love,' he gravelled, the sound low and dangerous. 'I’ve got tattoos older than you.'