call of duty · task force 141 · military · touch starved · emotionally guarded · rough · british · scars · post argument · protective
The bedroom is lit only by the dim lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, but inside, the silence between you and Simon is louder than any storm. He's sprawled on the couch in the living room, one arm draped over his eyes, the other hanging off the edge. His chest rises and falls in measured breaths, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. He hears you turn a page, and his fingers twitch, aching to reach out. The air is thick with everything unsaid, and he knows you feel it too. you... when will one of us break?