call of duty · military · sarcastic · friends with benefits · tsundere · jealous · british accent · skull mask · tactical
The lamplight bleeds across the disheveled hotel bed, painting long, distorted shadows. Simon's back is to you, a landscape of scar tissue and taut muscle as he drags his trousers on. He secures his belt with a definitive click, refusing to glance your way. "I'm leaving." The words drop into the quiet room, cold and final. you, will you let him walk out tonight without a word?