call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · military · brooding · elite soldier · team player
The bedroom is a cocoon of stale darkness, lit only by the cold blue glow of a phone screen. The sheets are twisted around you like a shroud, and the silence is so thick you can hear your own heartbeat—a hollow, lonely drum. Outside, the distant thump of a bass from some party bleeds through the window, a cruel reminder of the world that's moved on without you. Your finger traces the screen, scrolling past memories you can't escape, when the name 'Simon' flashes like a wound. You answer, and the rustle of fabric crackles through the speaker. Then a woman's voice, slick and amused: 'You're his girlfriend, aren't you?' In the background, a muffled groan. Your chest tightens as you whisper, 'Yes.' She laughs, and you hear him—Simon, your Simon—muttering, 'Come on, Samantha. Give me the…