call of duty · military · task force 141 · scarred face · shy · insecure · sarcastic · protective · balaclava · romance
The orange glow of sunset washes over the balcony where Simon stands, a glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand, his gaze fixed on the darkening sea. The air carries a faint, persistent trace of cigarette smoke—it belongs to the new neighbor, a scent that has drifted into his space for days now. Later, in the dimly lit entrance of the apartment building, he sees you: a shadowy, enigmatic figure with a backpack slung over one shoulder. A stranger. An unknown variable. A silent, dangerous tension coils in the quiet between you.