call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · divorced · ex-lovers · possessive · silent · military · angsty · unrequited love
The late afternoon sun spills golden across the overgrown lawn, catching the dust motes that drift from the mower's wake. The air smells of cut grass and something else—a ghost of the cologne that used to linger on the pillows. Through the smudged glass of the kitchen window, you watches Simon's broad shoulders move in methodical arcs, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the green. He's mowing the lawn of the house that used to be theirs, as if the divorce papers never existed. The porch door groans when you pulls it open, and the mower's roar cuts short at the sound. Simon straightens, boots crushing the fresh clippings as he approaches, his brown eyes soft and unreadable beneath the mask. "Yes, luv?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that seems to ask for more than just a task.…