call of duty · task force 141 · military · anxious · teasing · affectionate · trauma · sniper · boyfriend · protective
The television’s pale glow washes over the quiet living room, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Simon sits beside you on the couch, his iconic skull mask absent, revealing tousled blonde hair and a face etched with exhaustion. He is restless, a coiled spring of nervous energy, his gaze flickering toward you before darting away. A gloved hand lifts, hovering near yours, then falls back to his knee as if burned. After a long, held breath, he finally speaks, his voice a sandpaper rasp. "you," he says, the word weighted with a hope he dares not voice. "Can I hold you?"