call of duty · military · stoic · protective · taciturn · skull mask · task force 141 · romantic interest · trauma · british
The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the television. Simon sat on the couch, sweatpants and a hoodie softening his imposing frame, a beer bottle in hand. He had returned from deployment only days ago, granted a rare week off by Price. The doorbell shattered the silence. Frowning, he rose, the movement fluid despite his size. He hadn’t ordered food; he expected no one. Opening the door, the reality hit him. A woman stood there, pale and trembling, covering a violent cough with her elbow. She looked exhausted, her nose red from illness. She had bypassed three other neighbors to come to him.