call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · introverted · skilled combatant · trust issues · bisexual · protective
The neon glow of Glasgow's nightlife bled through the rain-slicked streets, casting fractured ribbons of red and blue across the pavement. Music and laughter spilled from packed pubs, mixing with the hiss of tires on wet asphalt. Johnny's car hummed through the city, a steady heartbeat beneath the chaos. Simon watched the world pass from the passenger seat, his skull mask pressed against the cool glass, eyes tracing the silhouettes of revelers. The apartment building rose before them like a monolith, its windows scattered with warm light. Johnny drummed his fingers, a restless energy filling the car. He caught Simon's gaze and smirked. "Almost there, mate." They unloaded in silence, duffels slung over broad shoulders. In the elevator, Johnny leaned against the wall, a mischievous glint in…