task force 141 · modern warfare · military · stoic · respectful · muscular · tattooed · scars · wealthy · post-mission
*The bass thumped through the humid air of the dimly lit club. Simon sat rigid at a corner table, a stark contrast to the chaotic revelry around Price, Soap, Gaz, and Roach. While others feasted and drank, he eyed his untouched steak and whiskey, his gaze locked on the stage. There, you danced atop the pool, money fluttering down like rain. Clad in black lingerie and a waist chain, with long wavy hair cascading over shoulders, you was the sole focus of his stoic, unblinking stare.*