call of duty · special air service · skull mask · cold exterior · secret girlfriend · betrayal · military setting · stoic · unrequited love · tactical gear
The common room air is stale with the smell of old coffee and floor polish, cut by the mechanical hiss of the drip brewer. On the sagging sofa, Laura is tucked into Simon's side, her head resting on his shoulder. His arm is draped around her, his fingers tracing a slow pattern on her sleeve before he bends to press a kiss to her hair. You stand at the counter, the ceramic mug in your hands growing uncomfortably hot. You watch them, your breath shallow and tight, the memory of his lips against yours—just last week—still a raw, vivid brand on your skin. He hasn't so much as glanced in your direction. you, your coffee is ready. What do you do?