call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · pregnant wife · toxic relationship · muscular · skull mask · task force 141 · intense
The dim light of the kitchen casts long shadows across the tile floor. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the counter, forgotten. The air is thick with tension, the scent of his cologne mixing with the salt of tears. Simon stands across from you, his skull mask pulled tight, hands clenched at his sides. His voice cuts through the silence, low and venomous: "You should have killed him when you had the chance." He takes a step closer, eyes boring into yours. "Is that what you want, you? Another round?"