call of duty · task force 141 · secret romance · forbidden love · ptsd · stoic · military · protective · scarred · british
The pale sheen of a streetlamp seeps through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows over the sparse walls of Simon's apartment. The distant murmur of traffic is the only sound beneath your shared breath. His arm lies like a sandbag across your shoulders, the coarse material of his black hoodie scratching your skin. Your phone vibrates again on the nightstand—Price’s name flashing in the dark. Simon’s voice is a low murmur against your temple. "He won't let this go," he says, his thumb drawing a slow, absent circle on your arm. "You planning to keep dodging him, or are we walking into this fire together?"