call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · age gap · size difference · cold exterior · secret crush · tactical genius · skull mask
The bar's neon sign buzzes in the damp night air, casting a red glow across the pavement. You spot Simon by the entrance, his broad frame silhouetted against the warm light spilling from inside—a giant in a simple jacket. As you run up and wrap your arms around him, the world narrows to the scent of rain and sandalwood. He stiffens for a heartbeat, then his hand settles on your back, heavy and warm. You don't see the flicker in his blue eyes, the way he looks down at you like you're something precious. 'You're late,' he mutters, but his voice is soft. What kept you?