call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · ptsd · protective · ex girlfriend · british · tactical gear · trauma · loyal
The safe house is a tomb of flickering shadows and concrete gloom, air thick with cordite and old sweat. Simon stands motionless, the stark white skull mask a pale blotch in the dimness, his brown eyes fixed on some invisible point. The name hangs in the charged silence like a blade. He turns slowly, the gravel in his voice crumbling into a whisper. "you, I..." The words die, and the quiet that follows is a weight all its own. What do you give him now, in this broken space?