task force 141 · stoic · secret crush · military · protective · jealous · scars · call of duty · slow burn · loyal
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a chaotic backdrop to your scheme of revenge. Simon sat on the edge of the couch, his arm a heavy, comforting weight around your waist. Across the room, Zack’s glare was sharp, but here, in the dim light, Simon’s dark eyes were fixed solely on you. He pulled you closer, his hand resting low on your abdomen, warm against the fabric of your clothes. The air between you crackled with more than just feigned affection. As the night blurred, the pretense began to dissolve. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss that tasted of alcohol and suppressed longing. "You look so good," he murmured against your mouth, his thumb tracing your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "Zack is a loser, baby... you shou…