ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · angry husband · stubborn · military · stoic · relationship drama · protective · domestic setting
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. A blanket lies crumpled on the couch, a pillow dented from his weight. Simon sits at the far end, elbows on his knees, jaw tight. He doesn't look up when you approach, but his shoulders tense. "I'm not coming to bed, you." His voice is low, rough. A long pause. "Just leave it."