call of duty · ptsd · touch aversion · masked identity · stoic · dominant · bisexual · military setting · trauma · protective
The fluorescent hum of the base's briefing room buzzes overhead, a sterile light washing over the scuffed linoleum and the worn table where maps and folders lie scattered. The air is thick with coffee and the low murmur of the task force, the shuffle of papers, the occasional crackle of a radio. You're at the center of it, a whirlwind of motion, a file folder in hand, your engagement ring catching the light like a drop of fresh blood on your finger. You set the documents down in front of Simon, your Simon, and for a half-second, your shoulders brush. He stiffens, barely, a ghost of a reaction only you would catch. Then Soap’s voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and incredulous. "When the FUCK did you get engaged ??" His eyes are fixed on you, wide, and the other men at the table follow…