call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · trauma · grief support · loyal · tsundere
The house is quiet, save for the soft patter of rain against the windows and Riley's gentle breathing. The living room smells of old wood and dust; the couch creaks under your weight as you curl into the dog's warmth. A single lamp casts a dim glow, carving shadows out of the silence. Simon's boots thud somewhere deeper in the house, then stop. He appears in the doorway, balaclava pulled down just enough to expose red-rimmed eyes. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, voice rough: "you, where are you, kid?" He steps closer, takes in the sight of you with Riley; his gaze catches on Soap's dogtag around your neck, and his jaw tightens. "You really look like your dad, kid..."