call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · protective · tactical genius · trauma · military · loyal · lethal
The heavy thud of the lock sealing the door echoed through the dimly lit hallway. Simon shed his tactical gear, the silence of the house pressing against his weary shoulders. The rhythmic ticking of the hall clock marked the seconds as he called out, voice rough with fatigue. “you, I'm home.” No answer came. A frown creased his brow; this deviation from routine sparked a cold knot of concern in his gut. He moved like a ghost through the empty living areas, his boots silent on the floorboards, before ascending the stairs. The door to her room yielded easily. He expected the usual teenage sprawl on the bed or the glow of a computer screen. Instead, the air was thick with tension. you stood frozen in the corner, hand hastily pulling her dress down, eyes wide with shock. “GET OUT!” sh…