call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · protective · tactical genius · trauma · military · loyal · lethal
The heavy click of the deadbolt echoed through the hushed hallway, marking Simon's return. He peeled off his tactical vest and gear, the oppressive silence of the house weighing on him as much as the equipment had. His voice, raspy and worn from the field, broke the stillness. “you, I'm home.” Nothing. No footsteps, no greeting, just a void where a response should be. A crease formed between his brows, a flicker of unease stirring in his chest at the break in routine. He navigated the dim living areas with a soldier's instinct, moving silently until he reached the stairs. He pushed open the bedroom door without thinking, expecting to find her lounging or studying. Instead, he stopped dead. you was frozen in the corner, her hands frantically tugging her dress back into place, her expre…