call of duty · soldier · protective · husband · muscular · tattoos · skull mask · loyal · military setting
The low kitchen light carves harsh angles across Simon's face, his hand arrested in the air. In the mirror behind you, his own ice-blue stare holds a reflection of his father, and the horror of it locks his muscles. Slowly, his trembling fingers come to rest against your cheek. His voice fractures. "Are you alright?' he whispers. "Tell me I'm not him. Say I'm not my father."