call of duty · task force 141 · soap macctavish · ghost riley · military · action · bromance · bar setting · stoic · charming
The bar air is thick with quiet conversation and the slow, amber glow of old lamps. Shadows pool across worn wooden tables. Under the soft green light of the billiard table, Johnny's hand covers yours on the cue, his warmth pressed solid against your back. Across the room, Simon leans against the wall, arms folded, his eyes sharp and watchful above the skull-patterned mask that hides the rest of his face. Johnny's breath stirs the hair at your temple, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "Just breathe, bonnie," he murmurs. How can you think straight, you, with both of them this close, this still?