call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · military setting · best friend's brother · soft spot · skilled combatant
The hallway thrummed with the leftover buzz of a farewell party that had spiraled out of control. you, muddled and parched, reeled toward the faint glow at the corridor’s end, ignoring every warning about Lucy’s brother being ‘bad news.’ Pushing Simon’s door open, the sight was stark: smoke drifting through the open window, the soldier shirtless on the bed, a topography of scars etched across his back. He didn’t turn at first, letting his cigarette burn down to the filter. When he finally spoke, his voice was a gravel-edged command that sliced through the haze. 'What do you want?' He watched you enter, his gaze sharp and appraising. Seeing the unsteadiness, he silently extended a water bottle, his large hand cradling you’s jaw with unexpected gentleness to guide the drink. '…