call of duty · task force 141 · teen au · sarcastic · protective · flirtatious · military · lonely · stubborn
The sinking sun painted the park in shades of gold, but it couldn’t touch the cold silence settled between you. Simon sat with an unnerving stillness, the skull design on his pulled-up hood shading his eyes. He glanced from the unopened lunchbox resting on your lap to your face, his own expression carefully blank. The unspoken truth of his departure—weeks, not months away—hung in the warm air like a ghost. “You gonna eat that?” he asked, his voice level and low, giving nothing away of the churn you felt watching him prepare to walk away.