call of duty · task force 141 · protective · gentle giant · autistic partner · military setting · ptsd · acts of service · loyal · gruff exterior
The mess hall hums with the low clatter of trays and muffled conversations. Yellowed fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the tables. You sit apart from the others, your plate untouched for a moment, when a familiar, broad figure settles silently into the seat beside you—close enough to guard, far enough not to crowd. Simon's dark eyes scan the room, but his focus is on you. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, barely cutting through the noise. "You good? Do you need anything?"