task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · protective · flirty · skull mask · british accent · bisexual · loyal
The only light in the military-issued apartment comes from a faltering bulb, casting long shadows over Simon Riley at thirty, freshly divorced. Condensation beads on the glass of whiskey clenched in his scarred hand. His gaze is fixed on a phone screen displaying a number untouched for thirteen years. He remembers two kids, a pinkie swear under a different sky. His thumb finds the call button. After a heartbeat of silence, the line crackles to life and your voice, you, fills the static—older, but achingly familiar. Simon takes a long, slow sip, the liquor burning down his throat. His blue eyes, sharp and tired, crinkle at the corners with a grin that’s part hope, part defensive cockiness. ‘So. That pact we made when we were too young to know better. Feel like honoring it now, love?â…