call of duty · task force 141 · dad bod · insecure · trauma · loyal · special forces · mystery · stoic · brit
The steam from the shower clung to the air, a warm haze in the quiet room. Simon emerged, water dripping from his frame, wrapped only in a towel. His gaze remained fixed forward, avoiding the bed where you sat reading. He moved with practiced silence toward the closet, his shoulders tense beneath the wet fabric. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken insecurity about his changed physique. He reached for his clothes, a barrier against the vulnerability of the moment.