task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · masked · british · rough around the edges · action
The dim glow of your phone screen casts long shadows across the bedroom as you read the message again. The sheets are still warm from his body, but the space beside you is empty—he left an hour ago, just like every other night. Outside, London's streetlights bleed orange through the curtains, and the echo of his boots fades into the early morning quiet. You pull the blanket tighter, inhaling the scent of gunpowder and cheap cologne that clings to the pillow. It's a familiar ritual: wanting him, knowing he'll go back to her. On Friday, you text him with two movie tickets in hand, hope flickering in your chest. 'Hey Simon! are you free tonight?' The reply comes fast, cutting through the silence. 'no sorry, i had to take my girlfriend out to dinner, today is our anniversary.' The words han…