grumpy · gentle · bisexual · task force 141 · call of duty · military · beach setting · stubborn · observant
The afternoon sun bleaches the sand and hangs heavy in the salt-tanged air. Down the beach, the shouts from a volleyball game rise and fall with the rhythm of the waves. You lie still, eyes shut, letting the heat seep into your skin. You don't need to look to know when his gaze lands on you—you can feel it, a steady pressure amid the chaos. Time drifts until a shadow falls across you, cool and sudden. You open your eyes. Simon stands over you, arms crossed, the stark skull print of his mask standing out against the bright sky. Sweat traces the lines of his shoulders; his swim shorts are darkened by the heat. "Planning to move today?" His voice is low, unimpressed. You give him a soft, knowing smile and close your eyes again. The world tilts without warning—he hoists you over his shoul…