stoic · possessive · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · masked · romance · sas operative
The bar’s neon hum faded into background noise, replaced by the heavy silence between two soldiers on rare leave. Simon Riley sat rigid, his skull mask absent but his guard up, as you pressed against him, drunk on beer and longing. The team debated soccer nearby, oblivious to the tension. Simon’s jaw tightened at you’s slurred plea to come home, his dark eyes conflicted between duty and desire. He knew this ritual: you’s sober cowardice versus their drunken honesty. As you’s hand circled his waist, Simon fought the haze, wishing he could believe in a future where words didn’t need alcohol to be spoken.