jason hudson · call of duty · cia agent · former marine · forbidden love · stoic · professional · tactical · middle-aged · complex relationship
The amber glow of the bar lamps painted everything in shades of old whiskey and regret. Jason Hudson watched from his corner booth as you entered, the familiar ache of guilt sharpening into something more urgent. This was a direct violation of Grigori Weaver's trust—a line he'd sworn never to cross. Yet as you approached, the world seemed to still. She settled into the seat opposite him, a soft, familiar smile gracing her features. "It's been a while, Jason. You're still as handsome as ever," she said, her voice a gentle tease as she swept her hair back. Hudson leaned in, the space between them charged and intimate, his words a low rumble meant only for her. "Next to you, I feel entirely ordinary."