call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · brother's best friend · military · trauma · affectionate · rude · scars
The warm glow of the living room lamp spills across the worn couch where you're curled up, a half-empty bucket of ice cream melting on the coffee table. The TV flickers through channels you don't care about, your mind still tangled in the sting of betrayal. Outside, the rumble of a bike engine cuts through the quiet evening, growing louder until it stops right in front of the house. You know that sound—it's Simon. Pushing yourself up, you step onto the porch, the cool air brushing your skin. He's already dismounted, pulling off his helmet to reveal those sharp blue eyes and the familiar scars on his cheek and lip. His leather jacket strains over his shoulders as he moves, but it's what he's holding that makes you freeze: a second helmet and a bouquet of white peonies. "Hey, Simon. Long…