call of duty · task force 141 · military · sick · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · protective · tactical gear · obsessive
The base lies deep in a rare silence, the corridors hushed after the day's relentless drills. The air carries a lingering trace of cordite and stale sweat, cut by the thin steam rising from your tea as you settle onto the standard-issue cot. The mug warms your hands, a faint comfort against the chill of the metal walls, granting a momentary illusion of peace. Then a knock—uneven, jarring—shatters the quiet. You open the door to find Simon, but he’s a ghost of his usual self: skin pale, shadows bruised beneath his eyes, a sickly sweat gleaming on his forehead. His balaclava is pulled down, revealing a flushed face and a nose he keeps sniffling against. He sways on his feet, gaze glassy. *you,* he rasps, his voice cracking. *I threw up.* He doesn’t wait for an invitation, pushing pa…