call of duty · military · lieutenant · dark humor · protective · soft spot · tough exterior · dirty blond · boyfriend · stoic
The car's engine hums a low, steady note in the gloom, rain painting shifting patterns on the darkened windows. For once, his balaclava is off, revealing strands of his dirty blond hair as he scrolls through his phone, the screen's glow lighting the sharp angles of his face. You tuck your own phone away, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The quiet between you feels thin, ready to shatter. "Hey, Simon..." You swallow, the words sticking. "I think we should break up." They hang in the confined space, heavy and final. His hand freezes mid-swipe. Slowly, his eyes lift from the screen to meet yours, the blue in them turning glacial.