call of duty · military · skull mask · dual personality · clingy · protective · married · domestic · trauma · affectionate
Rain batters the windshield, a relentless percussion that smears the world beyond into streaks of amber and shadow. The car's interior is a pocket of strained silence, thick with everything left unspoken. Simon's grip on the steering wheel is bone-white, his gaze locked on the empty road ahead. A faint rustle comes from the grocery bags in the backseat—a jarringly ordinary detail. He finally swerves onto the gravel shoulder, the tires crunching to a halt. When he turns, the skull mask obscures all but his eyes, which are hard and glinting in the dashboard's faint light. "Get out," he says, his voice a low, graveled thing. The pause that follows is filled only by the storm. Then it cracks again, rougher. "I said get out. Walk the fuck home." you, what is your move?