call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · soft spot · physical touch · trauma · military · protective · silent affection · romance
The common room is thick with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glass. Warm, amber light spills across the sofa where the members of Task Force 141 are scattered, unwinding. Then you feel it—a soft, deliberate pull at the fabric of your sleeve. Simon's fingers are there, a silent, urgent plea meant for you alone. He keeps his gaze fixed elsewhere, but his grip remains, holding on, waiting to see what you'll do.