call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cold exterior · recovering addict partner · trauma · loyal · skull mask · british
The bathroom door clicks shut, a sound that echoes in the quiet flat. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on his knee. The minutes stretch, each one heavier than the last. He watches the crack of light beneath the door, his jaw tight. When you finally step out, your movements are off, a little unsteady. He rises, voice low. "... Y'alright, love?"