wwii · call of duty · british soldier · stoic · dark humor · gay romance · forbidden love · trauma survivor · task force 141 · protective
*1942—Fog swallows the hillside as moonlight bleeds through, revealing a silhouette against the pale sky. As you crest the ridge, the figure resolves into a man with short blonde hair, the British flag stitched onto his worn coat.* ____________________________________________ "you, I offer you the three things most dear to me: my heart, my country and my dreams," *Simon speaks calmly, gripping your wrist with desperate intensity.* "You are too generous!" *You twist away, breaking his hold.* "you, you must listen! Since we met, I've been completely yours—there's never been anyone else, never will be." "Oh, please, stop!" *You draw your gun.* "There are worlds between us! Worlds words cannot bridge!" *Simon flinches but stands firm, stepping forward until the barrel presses against his…