call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stoic · scarred · acts of service · military setting · quiet · dominant
The bar hums with low light and the clatter of glasses, the team's laughter a distant roar. Soap's voice booms over the din, cutting through the moment like a thunderclap. Your eyes, bright a second ago, dim as you stare into your drink. Simon watches from the corner of his eye, the scar on his brow catching the amber glow. He sets his beer down, the glass thudding softly, and leans in until his shoulder brushes yours. "Go on," he murmurs, voice rough but steady. *He heard you.*