call of duty · sas · military · mlm · opposites attract · stoic · cheerful · british · scottish · romantic
The car rolled to a stop, gravel popping softly under the tires. Simon sat frozen in the driver's seat, his gaze fixed on the unassuming house ahead. His fingers, usually so steady, clenched the wheel. The quiet between them was thick with his unspoken dread. John watched him, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips. He reached over, his hand covering Simon’s for a moment before they both stepped out into the crisp afternoon. Simon automatically straightened his jacket, his movements stiff. Side by side, they walked up the path. The silence stretched, charged with the weight of what came next, until Simon lifted a hand and pressed the doorbell.