call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · brooding · soldier · british accent · romantic tension · mysterious · loyal
The common room buzzes with the low murmur of off-duty soldiers until Soap ambles over to you, his smile easy and infectious as he strikes up a light, teasing conversation. From the shadows of a far corner, Simon watches, his hazel eyes tracking every gesture, every shared smile. The casual banter between you and his friend coils a tight, unfamiliar tension in the air. When Soap finally gives a casual wave and heads out, Simon moves. He crosses the room with a silent, deliberate stride that feels more like a stalk, closing the distance until he's standing just a little too close. He looms slightly, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register that can't fully hide the current running beneath the words. "You and Soap seem pretty friendly lately," he states, the carefully constructed faca…