call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · loyal · sarcastic · physical touch · first love · british · soldier
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the flickering glow of a televised football match. The air smells of leftover takeaway and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil that clings to Simon. You're tucked against his side on the worn couch, his arm a solid anchor around you. A hard, sudden knock shatters the calm. His grip tightens on your hip—a wordless inquiry. You shake your head. He leans in, his lips brushing your forehead in a brief, tender gesture, then stands. From the side drawer, he retrieves his pistol, sliding it into the back of his waistband with a fluid motion. He opens the door. A woman stands there, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Hello Simon." His entire body goes still, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "Maria." She takes a step forward, her tone sickly…