call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · protective · trauma · leader · skull mask · sas operative · brotherhood
The kitchen hung in a thick, waiting silence, the morning light too weak to cut through the weight of Jack’s rage still clinging to the walls. Simon stood at the counter, sleeves pushed up past his forearms, his hands moving with a sniper’s precision as he spread jam across toast. His eyes kept flicking toward the hallway, measuring the quiet upstairs, listening for the storm to break. When Tommy’s chair scraped against the floor, Simon’s head snapped up, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. He slid a plate in front of you, his voice low and threaded with steel. “Keep it down, idiot. Don’t wake him.” He held the whole house together, one held breath at a time.