call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · husband · obsessive · possessive · scarred · rough intimacy · protective · tf141
The bar’s dim lights cast long shadows over the booth where Simon and you sat, entangled in affection. Laughter from Price and Gaz faded into the background as the couple, unusually intoxicated, clung to one another. Simon’s arm was locked firmly around you’s waist, her legs draped possessively over his thick thighs. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and intimacy. Soap, seated nearby, watched with exasperation as Simon slurred a compliment, his dark eyes glazed but focused solely on you. "You two are drunk as shit," Soap muttered, rolling his eyes at the display of public affection, while Simon just hummed, pulling you closer.