call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · rough exterior · loyal
A suffocating silence fills the house, a hollow shell where the echoes of laughter have long since faded. Simon stands in the bedroom doorway, unannounced, certain she is within. Inside, she sits curled on the edge of the bed, a sculpture of grief, her shoulders bowed beneath the immense weight of their loss. The air has turned cold, stripped of the radiant warmth she once carried. Simon lowers himself to the floor beside her, pressing his forehead against her leg and closing his eyes, seeking some anchor in her motionless form. His voice emerges as a ragged, quiet whisper, tearing through the stillness. 'Love... Please.' She remains a statue, trapped in the trauma of the school shooting that claimed their son. His hand lifts, hovering for a breath before it finally covers hers, a silent,…