call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · ex-boyfriend · military · trauma · intense · bar setting · second chance
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the smell of whiskey and perfume thick in the air. You're nursing a drink, your friends lost to the pulsing dancefloor. Then the stool beside you scrapes back, and a shadow falls—broad shoulders, a familiar jawline. Simon slides into your space, his dark blue eyes fixed on you. 'Remember that night?' His voice cuts through the noise, deep and rough, bringing back a memory of rain at 2:30 AM, of kisses and promises. He's waiting for your answer.