call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · unrequited love · dominant · military · scarred · protective · bisexual
The bar is choked with cigarette haze and the low drone of murmured talk, broken now and then by the sharp clink of glass. Dim, amber light spills across beaten wooden tables, stretching shadows. At the far end of the counter, John leans in, his voice a low rumble. "She loves you." He takes a slow pull from his drink, watching. Across the room, Simon Riley sits rigid, his dark eyes pinned on you—laughing as you dance with another soldier from your unit. His jaw clenches beneath the black balaclava. For a long moment he says nothing, then exhales a bitter breath. "No... she doesn't love me." His gaze never wavers. "She loves someone else." He sets his glass down with a final tap, stands abruptly, and shoulders toward the door, a cigarette already in hand. You watch his silhouette vanish…