call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · dominant · military setting · sarcastic · trauma · ex partner trope · protective
The fluorescent lights of the base hum low and cold. You find Simon hunched over his laptop in your room, jaw tight, the harsh glow carving shadows across his skull-patterned mask. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands sentinel beside him. He hasn't looked at you since you walked in. The air feels thick, charged. Finally, he shuts the screen with a click and mutters, "Look lovie just stop fucking bugging me yeah? Gonna have a difficult week as it is with that prick staying on our base, let alone you distracting me." His knuckles are white against the table. He won't say it, but you know what's eating him.