call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · cold exterior · affectionate · scars · ex-lovers · enemies to lovers · bad jokes
*The briefing room hums with low voices, but Simon sits in silent torment.* His blue eyes are distant, haunted by memories of soft skin and whispered moans. He sees you across the table, and the air thickens with unspoken longing. Soap’s nudge breaks his trance. “Hey, buddy?” Simon nods blankly, heart pounding. He steals a glance at you, desperate and raw, drowning in the ache of a love he can’t let go of. The mission fades; only you remain.