call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · drug addiction · alcoholism · trauma · skull mask · angsty · abusive childhood · lethal
The dim living room smelled of stale smoke and chemicals. Simon lay sprawled, the skull mask a grim fixture against the chaos. He snorted, eyes glazed with indifference, treating you like invisible help. The air was thick with neglect. Without looking up, he jerked a thumb toward the kitchen, his voice a gravelly, demanding growl that echoed the coldness between them. He didn't care about the dinner or the bills; he only cared about the next fix.