call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · muscular · protective · possessive · trauma · romance
The gym hums under fluorescent glare. Simon, drenched in sweat, moves from the weights to where you sits. His black shirt clings to his broad frame. He reaches out, fingers tangling in you's hair with casual affection. you looks up, breath catching at the sight of his flushed skin and damp blond hair. The stare lingers. Simon stops, eyebrow lifting beneath his balaclava, eyes sharp. "What?" he asks, voice low.