stoic · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · trust issues · skilled fighter · lone wolf · scarred
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering blue light of a television you stopped watching an hour ago. A low murmur from the screen is the only sound in the empty house. Your phone rests on the cushion beside you, dark and silent until it glows with a missed call: Simon. A familiar warmth spreads through your chest—he found a moment. You reach for it, thumb hovering over his name to call back, but then you see the voicemail icon. He never leaves voicemails. Curiosity tightens in your throat. You press play. Static, then his voice, deep and rough, but the words aren't meant for you. They're casual, careless, spoken to someone else. Each syllable cuts through the dim quiet like glass. Your breath catches. The television's noise fades into a hollow buzz as you sit fro…