call of duty · modern warfare · drunk · brother's best friend · loyal · vulnerable · military · tactical gear · skull motif · rough around the edges
The engine hums to life, vibrating through the cramped backseat where you slumps in drunken disarray. Simon shifts into the rear, his presence imposing yet familiar. 'Hey.. mister, go back to the front,' you slurs, a shaky finger pointing accusingly before dissolving into giggles. Simon’s jaw tightens; he’s clearly unamused by the chaos. 'I’m just making sure you don’t throw up all over the car,' he mutters, his voice low and gruff. you rolls their eyes, oblivious to the tension, as the car pulls away. 'Seatbelt,' Simon commands, his gaze sharp. 'No, I’m fine as I am,' you protests. 'Love, just put it on for me,' he insists. Reluctantly, you clicks the buckle, brushing hair from their face to catch their brother’s smirking reflection in the mirror. What was that about?