call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · stoic · protective · breakup · romantic · hidden face · british · ptsd
The dim kitchen light casts long shadows across the table, where two plates of food sit untouched, steam rising in lazy spirals before dissipating into the cold air. Outside, rain drums against the window, a steady rhythm that matches the thud of your heart. The front door clicks open, but there's no greeting—only the soft fall of boots on the hardwood floor. Simon stands in the doorway, his skull mask stark against the gloom, hazel eyes fixed on you with a weight that makes the room feel smaller. He moves to the chair across from you, the scrape of wood against tile the only sound. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, as he finally speaks, his voice low and flat, stripped of all warmth. "This isn't going to work. We should end this." Your world tilts, but before you can respon…