call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · smoker · bisexual · task force 141 · snarky · protective
The strip club's neon hum bleeds through smoke-thick air, slot machines chiming in the background like a heartbeat. Simon sits in his usual corner booth, dirty blonde hair catching the dim light as he watches you glide between tables. The way you move in that outfit—it's a ritual now, this coming here. He's not even pretending to watch the other girls anymore; his brown eyes track your every step, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. When you glance his way, he looks down, cheeks flushing beneath the mask of stoic composure. He clears his throat, voice low when you approach. "Didn't think you'd be working tonight, you." The question hangs, weighted with all the nights he's watched but never said a word.