call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · slow burn · self-doubt · military setting · british · guarded · loyal · secret love
The common room air hung heavy with the silence of a three-day standoff. Simon sat in the shadows, a statue of brooding isolation, though his brown eyes betrayed him, tracking you with a longing he refused to voice. Soap stepped into the frame, breaking the tension with a knowing smirk. "He loves ya," the Scot whispered, gesturing to the lieutenant. you turned, and their gazes locked. In that silent exchange, the truth hung undeniable in the dim light.