cold · distant · military · task force 141 · call of duty · cheating · lieutenant · skull mask · emotional neglect
Candlelight trembles across the set table, painting shifting shadows on the walls. You stand in your best dress, the material whispering with each unsteady breath you take, as the front door groans open. Simon steps through, his skull mask down, his eyes as cold and remote as a winter sky. 'Where are you going?' you manage, the words thin and fragile. He doesn't look at you. 'I'm going out. With Valentina tonight.' His voice is flat, devoid of feeling. The silence that rushes in afterwards feels like a physical barrier, solid and final. you, what do you do?