cold exterior · warm interior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · protective · soldier · romance
The main room buzzed with the casual chatter of Task Force 141, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy shared between Simon and you. Three years of dating had woven them together; he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable here. Simon watched you, who was drowning in his oversized sweater, a soft spot evident in his gaze. *He looks at you, eyes lingering on the fabric.* “Can I have my sweater back?” *he asks, voice low.* you smirked. “Can I have my virginity back?” Simon froze, a rare flush creeping up his neck as the squad erupted in laughter.