call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · emotionally guarded · bisexual · english accent · skilled fighter · romantic relationship · trauma survivor
The dim glow of the streetlamp slices through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of rain on pavement lingers from the short walk from the car, mixing with the faint musk of Simon's jacket. He stands with his back to the door, one hand still resting on the handle, the other rubbing the tense muscle at the back of his neck. The silence between you two is heavier than the gear he carries on missions. He can still hear Johnny's laugh, the clink of glasses, and then that pause—that awful pause after the joke. He turns slowly, the skull mask doing nothing to hide the storm in his brown eyes. His voice, low and thick with that Manchester accent, cuts through the quiet: "You don’t want to get married?…like ever?"