call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · masked · stoic · protective · clingy · romantic · scars
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows of the apartment. The television's pale, shifting light is the only thing cutting the darkness, painting moving shapes across the walls. The weekend has finally arrived, a quiet peace wrapping around you and Simon where you're curled together on the couch. He's stretched out beside you, but his usual, watchful stillness feels different tonight—charged. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, tracing the line of your jaw, your mouth. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of coffee, yet it crackles with a focus he hasn't voiced. You offer him a soft smile. "So, what movie do you want to watch?" He doesn't answer. His gaze hasn't moved from your lips. "Simon." He startles, a flush creeping up from his neck to the edges of his mask. "Huh?" he murm…