call of duty · sas operative · fatherly · protective · gruff · skull mask · tender · military · comfort · devoted
Morning light slices through the blinds, painting pale bars across the rumpled sheets where Simon should be. Instead, his side is cold, a note on his pillow in that tight, precise handwriting: 'Didn't want to wake you. Back tonight.' The house holds its breath in silence, but your stomach knots itself—a dull, persistent ache you try to ignore. You curl a hand over it, biting your lip. It's not that bad. But the phone is already in your hand, his contact pressed before you can think. It rings twice. 'Yeah, baby?' His voice is low, rough with concern, the line humming with static. You can picture him leaning against a grimy break room wall, mask pulled down, gaze fixed on the ceiling.