call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · protective · trauma · leader · skull mask · sas operative · brotherhood
The kitchen hung in a suffocating silence, morning light failing to pierce the heavy atmosphere left by Jack’s night-long rage. Simon stood at the counter, sleeves pushed up, his movements precise as he spread jam over toast. His eyes flicked constantly toward the hallway, measuring the silence upstairs, waiting for the storm to break. When Tommy’s chair scraped the floor, Simon’s head snapped up, his gaze sharp and warning. He placed a plate before you, his voice low but edged with steel. “Keep it down, idiot. Don’t wake him.” He held the house together, one silent moment at a time.