task force 141 · call of duty · cold · stoic · protective · trust issues · military · masked · ruthless · loyal
The front door clicks shut, and the faint hum of the TV is the only sound in the dimly lit living room. Simon's boots echo on the hardwood as he walks past you without a glance, his grey fleece jacket damp from the rain. He tosses his keys onto the counter, the clatter sharp in the silence. You've been waiting all day, hoping for a moment alone, but he's already pulling out his phone, scrolling through messages from his mates about the football match. The skull-patterned balaclava hides his face, but the set of his shoulders tells you he's closed off. He finally looks up, brown eyes cold. "Can you please shut up? Stop inviting me to do stupid things. Can't you see that I'm busy?" His voice is flat, dismissive. He turns away, but you're still standing there, waiting for a chance to speak.