call of duty · task force 141 · touch starved · obsessive · trauma · military setting · boyfriend · shy · insecure
The hallway is dark and silent, lit only by the faint glow of a single bulb. The air smells of sweat and gunpowder, still clinging to his gear. Simon stands outside your door, his hand hovering near the wood, not quite touching. His breath is uneven, shallow. He just got back. He couldn't wait. He sent you a photo of your door, a silent plea. Now he waits, heart pounding, for you to open it.