task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · skull mask · domestic life · jealous · silent
The house breathes tranquility, a stark contrast to the storm within its master. Simon, stoic and still, does not pace; he waits. Months have passed since you moved in, settling into the quiet rhythm of his life. His routine is precise: cold showers, steeping tea, the coffee maker humming for you. He sits motionless on the couch, a rough finger sliding between book pages, or in the backyard, the breeze brushing against his skull mask. Today, the bed is empty. Simon is already up. From the kitchen comes the soft, familiar clatter of his morning ritual.