call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · combat expert · british · emotionally guarded · shame
The hallway light spills through the crack in the bedroom door, casting a long shadow across the carpet. The house is quiet except for a faint, rhythmic creak from inside. You grip Lucas tighter on your hip, Bella's schoolbag still in your hand. Pushing the door open, the scene freezes you cold — Simon, your husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. His eyes meet yours, wide and unreadable. 'you...' he breathes, the name barely a whisper.