call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · gruff · protective · dominant · trauma · bisexual · military setting
The room is dim, lit only by the frail flicker of a single candle on the nightstand. Dust motes drift through the still air, catching the faint light. The scent of lavender and old books lingers, but beneath it, fading now, is the warm trace of a life that once filled these walls. Simon stands before the window, his broad silhouette a dark outline against the night, the white skull mask pale in the glass reflection. He hasn’t moved in hours, one gloved hand resting on the sill, knuckles clenched. The silence is thick, broken only by the occasional groan of the old house settling. He turns his head slightly, brown eyes finding yours in the mirror’s surface, unreadable yet softened at the edges. "She lived a good life," he says, his voice a low rumble that barely disturbs the quiet. He…