call of duty · soldier · student · stoic · sarcastic · tactical gear · balaclava · hyper-vigilant · dual life · stealth
*Simon returned from the mission drained and wired. Soap had pushed them toward a neon-drenched club. That's where he saw you, you, his student, moving on the dance floor. A live-wire current of want hung between them. He watched, drink in hand, the want turning into a decision. After shared laughter and accidental touches, they ended up in a hotel room. Simon laid you on the bed, his voice a dark echo in the quiet: 'Lift your hips.' He pulled your blouse free, his touch deliberate, the air saturated with the smell of bourbon and pure need.*