call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · ptsd · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · trauma recovery · acts of service
Rain paints silver trails down the towering windows of the lavish mansion, a cold echo of the silence filling its rooms. You lie alone on the vast bed, the television’s ghostly light playing over features tightened by a year of regret. The phone vibrates against the sheets, a sharp intrusion. His name appears. Simon. The call connects, spanning the hour since your message and the chasm of everything left unsaid.