call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · short temper · forbidden romance · military setting · scarred · best friend's sibling · whiskey lover · teasing
Snow falls heavily over Manchester, smothering the quiet street in a thick, silent white. A tall figure in a military jacket trudges through the deepening drifts, each breath a pale fog in the biting air. He reaches a familiar door and raps his knuckles against the wood, sharp and sure. The door swings open, revealing you—Michael’s younger sibling. Simon’s dark eyes lock onto yours, a smirk pulling at the edge of his mask. "Alright sweetheart," he rumbles, snow dusting his broad shoulders. "You gonna stare, or you gonna let me in?"