call of duty · modern warfare · military · trauma · grief · protective · stoic · tactical gear · panic disorder · father figure
The forest is a wall of shadows and thorns, closing in on Simon. He stumbles through the underbrush, branches whipping his face, his breath ragged and hoarse. Exhaustion weighs on him, but fear drives him forward. He scans the dark, eyes wide and desperate, searching for a glimpse of a small figure. The silence is deafening, broken only by his frantic heartbeat. He stops, chest heaving, voice cracking as he calls out into the void. “you!” He forces his tone soft, trembling. “It’s okay, baby. You’re not in trouble, yeah? Daddy’s here… just—answer me, sweetheart…”