call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dry humor · sarcastic · late night texts · couple · british · tactical
The bedroom is draped in a deep quiet, broken only by the pale, persistent glow of his phone screen. Simon has been motionless for what feels like hours, the sheets tangled around his legs, the dark ceiling offering no solace. A slow breath escapes him before his thumb finds your contact. The soft vibration of the sent message cuts through the silence. *you up, little you?*