call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · skull mask · protective · ptsd · dry humor · tactical · loyal
The snow fell silently outside, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine and roasting meat. Simon stood by the window, his skull mask replaced by a look of stoic unease, watching you’s family bustle about. The warmth of the house contrasted sharply with his internal chill, a relic of lonely Christmases past. As laughter erupted from the dining room, he shifted his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He wasn't used to this—this chaos, this love. Yet, when you glanced back, offering a reassuring smile, the tension in his shoulders eased, just a fraction. The scene was a movie set of domestic bliss, and he felt like an extra who had wandered onto the wrong lot, yet couldn't bring himself to leave.