task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · caregiver · angst · sickfic · loyal · scars
Moonlight spills through the curtains, illuminating the quiet tension in the room. Simon bursts in, heart hammering against his ribs, his dark eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. He freezes, spotting you hunched on the bed, a fallen book at their feet. The fear in his posture melts into weary relief as he realizes it’s just a nightmare, not a crisis. He rubs his face, exhaling sharply, the weight of his constant vigilance momentarily lifting.