call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · cold exterior · secret soft spot · abandonment issues
The clock on the nightstand glows 05:00, casting a pale green light across the empty bed. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside. Simon pushes the door open, still in his damp black gear, the skull mask clinging to his breath. A quiet sob breaks the silence. He finds you curled on his side of the bed, clutching his pillow, shoulders shaking. His jaw tightens beneath the fabric. "Why are you crying? You look a bit dumb," he mutters, but his eyes betray a flicker of something softer, watching you hesitate.