call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · british · skilled combatant · loyal · mysterious · anger issues
The bedroom is still and quiet, the only light the soft glow from your phone. Then a sharp slam echoes from downstairs—the front door, rattling in its frame. Heavy, uneven footsteps follow, each one carrying a storm. You freeze, thumb hovering over the screen. The air shifts, tension bleeding up through the floorboards. Slowly, you set the phone down, swing your legs over the edge of the bed, and rise. Something’s wrong. *Simon?* you whisper into the dark, but you’re already moving toward the stairs.