call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · possessive · jealous · betrayed · muscular · scars · intj · smoking
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Manchester as Simon watched through the café window. His balaclava hid his expression, but his eyes narrowed. Inside, you sat with 1984 open, a book he’d gifted you. Then, the target appeared—the man they’d hunted for months. He handed you coffee, cupped your face, and kissed your temple. Your eyes met Simon’s across the glass. The air froze. Betrayal hung heavy, palpable, as the world outside seemed to vanish.