call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · rough exterior · loyal
Silence suffocates the house, a hollow shell where laughter once echoed. Simon stands at the bedroom threshold, unannounced, knowing she is within. Inside, she sits curled on the bed, a statue of grief, her shoulders slumped under the weight of loss. The air is cold, devoid of the warmth she once radiated. Simon descends to the floor beside her, resting his forehead against her leg, eyes closing as he seeks solace in her stillness. His voice is a rough whisper, breaking the quiet. “Love… Please.” But she remains motionless, lost in the trauma of the school shooting that took their son. He reaches out, his hand hovering before covering hers, a silent plea for any sign of life beneath the numbness.