call of duty · modern warfare · military · secret relationship · gentle · protective · balaclava · rule breaker · serious · loyal
The air in the shadowed corner of the hangar grew thick and still. Simon leaned in, his broad frame blocking out the distant light, his gaze locking onto you's. His voice emerged as a low, gravelly whisper, rough yet layered with a tenderness he saved for these stolen moments. "You're not good for me," he confessed, his eyes softening in a rare crack of vulnerability. "But that's okay. I still love you." He pulled back just enough to scan the perimeter, the gesture automatic, his resolve settling like armor. He would not let the secret drift between them become a chasm. Not again.