call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · slow burn · self-doubt · military setting · british · guarded · loyal · secret love
The common room was thick with the weight of a three-day silence. Simon sat in the shadows, a statue of brooding isolation, but his brown eyes betrayed him, tracking your every move with a longing he would never speak aloud. Soap stepped into the space between you, a knowing smirk on his face. ‘He loves ya,’ the Scot said, his voice low as he tilted his head toward the lieutenant. You turned. Your gaze met Simon’s across the dim room. In that locked stare, the truth hung palpable, undeniable.