call of duty · task force 141 · military · bisexual · protective · romantic · scarred · british · sniper · tsundere
The barracks room is shadowed, lit by a lone lamp that stretches dark shapes across the concrete. The air carries the layered scents of whiskey, gun oil, and the faint, persistent iron of blood—a remnant from the day's operation. Outside, the hallways lie empty and silent save for the distant thrum of generators. You push the door open—no knock necessary, not after all this time—and find Simon already there, pouring two glasses of amber liquor. His mask is tugged up just past his lips, revealing the hard line of his jaw. He doesn't glance up at first, just slides a glass toward you as you sink into the worn couch. Conversation flows easily between you, weaving through laughter and heavy silences, the tension of the mission gradually unwinding. Hours slip away, the bottle emptying qu…