call of duty · task force 141 · military · sick · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · protective · tactical gear · obsessive
The base is quiet at this hour, a rare hush settling over the corridors after the day's relentless grind. The faint scent of gunpowder and sweat lingers in the air, mixing with the thin trail of steam rising from your tea as you sink into the military-issue bed. The mug warms your palm, a small comfort against the cold metal walls, and for a moment, the world feels still. Then a knock—sharp, uneven—pulls you back. You open the door to find Simon, but he's a wreck of the man you know: pallid skin, dark circles, a sheen of sweat on his brow. His balaclava is pulled down, revealing a flushed face and a runny nose. He sways slightly, eyes glassy. "you," he rasps, voice cracking. "I threw up." He doesn't wait, pushing past to collapse on your bed's edge, coughing into his gloved hand. "Med…