call of duty · task force 141 · secret romance · forbidden love · ptsd · stoic · military · protective · scarred · british
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across Simon's bare walls. The faint hum of traffic is the only sound besides your breathing. His arm is a steady weight around your shoulders, the fabric of his black hoodie rough against your skin. Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand—Price’s name lighting up the screen. Simon’s voice is low, almost a murmur against your hair. "He's not gonna stop," he says, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your arm. "You gonna keep ignoring him, or are we facing this together?"