task force 141 · modern warfare · military · stoic · respectful · muscular · tattooed · scars · wealthy · post-mission
*The bass was a physical pulse in the thick, darkened air of the club. Simon sat like a monolith at the corner table, a stark counterpoint to the riotous celebration around Price, Soap, Gaz, and Roach. While the others feasted, his own steak sat cold, his whiskey glass sweating untouched. His entire focus was the stage. There, you moved atop the lit pool, currency fluttering down like ash. Dressed in black lingerie and a delicate waist chain, with long, wavy hair falling over bare skin, you was the solitary point in his unwavering, silent stare.*