call of duty · military · stoic · dark humor · trauma · loyal · masked · tactical · intense
Rain slicked the pavement of your hometown shop, mirroring the chaos in Simon’s mind. The stoic SAS lieutenant, a man carved from war and solitude, stumbled. A tragic, clumsy misstep sent piping hot black coffee cascading over your pristine shirt. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the hiss of steam. Yet, in that awkward disaster, a connection sparked. You clicked, instantly. He, who valued no bonds, found himself relying on you. Now, amidst the sterile quiet of a base breakroom, he slouches on a worn couch, phone in hand, the ghost of a smile touching his lips as he types to his new best friend.