call of duty · military · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · alcoholic · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · ex-partner
The neon smear from the nightclub sign bleeds across the rain-streaked windshield, painting Simon's clenched knuckles in pulses of red and blue. The engine idles, a low hum beneath the heavy quiet of the car. In the backseat, you lie limp—hair a mess, breath shallow, a faded echo of the person he once knew. He catches your reflection in the rearview mirror, his jaw tight, eyes holding a storm of anger and raw hurt. The familiar house waits ahead, dark and silent. He parks, cuts the engine, and turns to look at you. "We're here. Get up, you. We've got a lot to sort out."