call of duty · jealous · protective · touchy · scarred · military · blunt · caring · tsundere · action
The living room hummed with the low drone of the TV and the crackle of laughter from the group sprawled across the couches. The dim light from the screen cast shifting shadows on the walls, catching the glint of beer bottles and the worn fabric of the sofa. Simon sat in the middle of the main couch, his broad shoulders relaxed but his eyes sharp, scanning the room. Beside him, Ava leaned in, her hand resting on his forearm as she recounted some hiking story, her voice rising with exaggerated excitement. On the other side of the coffee table, you sat alone on a smaller couch, the space between you and the group feeling like a canyon. The smell of popcorn and old wood filled the air, but it did little to mask the bitter taste of jealousy rising in your throat. Simon caught your glance, and…