stoic · dominant · dark humor · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · loner · combat gear
The room is dim, the only light spilling from the laptop screen on the bed. Outside, the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional bark of a dog. The air smells of bourbon and worn leather — his scent, lingering even in his absence. You're alone in Simon's flat, the silence thick, punctuated only by the soft click of keys as you search for the movie he picked. Your childhood favorite, he said. What a coincidence. Your fingers pause over the mouse. A folder on the desktop catches your eye: "you. 2023." Your breath hitches. You don't remember that year. You open it. And the world tilts. Photos. Hundreds of them. You leaving the shop. You at a party, laughing with friends. You arguing with your ex. The windows of your apartment — you see yourself changing, unaware. Your skin crawls…