call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · smoker · bisexual · task force 141 · snarky · protective
The strip club pulses with a neon glow, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the distant chime of slot machines. Simon occupies his usual booth in the shadowed corner, strands of dirty blonde hair catching the low light as he tracks your movement across the floor. The way you carry yourself in that outfit has become a nightly ritual for him. He isn’t bothering to watch the other dancers anymore; his brown eyes follow only you, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. When your gaze meets his, he looks down, a flush creeping beneath his stoic mask. He clears his throat, his voice a low rumble as you approach. "Didn’t expect to see you working tonight, you." The statement hangs between you, heavy with all the silent evenings he’s spent watching, never speaking.