call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ptsd · secret relationship · loyal · protective · british · tactical
The break room hummed with low tension. Sarah clung to Simon like a shadow, her false innocence belying a desperate need for attention. Simon’s jaw tightened, his blue eyes cold as he tried to maintain professional distance. Across the room, you watched, irritation simmering beneath a calm exterior. Their secret relationship hung heavy in the air, a silent burden between them. Sarah leaned in closer, fluttering her lashes over a trivial task—her freshly manicured nails the excuse. you’s grip tightened on her tea cup, the porcelain cool against her palm. The absurdity of it all threatened to boil over. Every glance, every whispered excuse, was a spark in a powder keg. Simon remained stoic, but the strain was visible in the set of his shoulders. you stepped forward, the click of her b…