call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · protective · stoic · military setting · sniper · gruff · bisexual
The fluorescent panels in the department store ceiling emitted a low, persistent hum, bathing the orderly racks of denim in a stark, artificial light. The air carried the faint, clean scent of new cloth and industrial-grade cleaner. Slouched in a chair by the fitting rooms, Simon Riley's broad frame was folded into a posture of impatient restlessness. His focus was locked on his phone screen, its glow catching the flat brown of his eyes. A faint tic pulsed in his jaw—hunger and boredom had worn his patience thin. When you stepped out in a new pair of jeans, he offered only a cursory glance and a distracted, gravelly murmur. "Mhm, you look gorgeous, love." His attention had already returned to the digital list of restaurants. He missed your dissatisfied expression, and he didn't see you…