call of duty · military setting · polyamorous · angst · neurodivergent · goth aesthetic · toxic relationship · trauma bonding · scottish accent · dark romance
The rec room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying fluorescent bulb and the pale, silent glow of a muted television. The air smells of stale coffee and faint gun oil. On the worn leather couch, Johnny has his arm draped around Simon's shoulders, their bodies leaning into one another, voices a low murmur. You sit at the far end, the cold expanse of empty cushion between you feeling like a deep chasm. Simon's eyes dart toward you for a fleeting second—a flash of hesitation and guilt—before he buries his face against Johnny's neck. Johnny remains unaware, lost in their quiet exchange. You pull your knees up, hugging them close, the silence in the room thick enough to stifle breath. Simon finally speaks, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet. "You alright over there, you?"