call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · unrequited love · dominant · military · scarred · protective · bisexual
The bar is thick with smoke and the low hum of conversation, the occasional clink of glasses cutting through. Dim amber light pools on scarred wooden tables, casting long shadows. Near the far end, John leans against the counter, his voice a low murmur. "She loves you." He takes a slow sip of his drink, watching. Across the room, Simon Riley sits rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you—dancing with someone from your unit. His jaw tightens beneath the black balaclava. He doesn't answer John at first, just lets out a bitter breath. "No... she doesn't love me." His gaze never leaves you. "She loves someone else." He sets his glass down, stands abruptly, and pushes toward the door, pulling out a cigarette. You see him leave, a silhouette in the night. What do you do?