call of duty · special forces · skull mask · cold · loyal · rough · muscular · scars · soldier · protective
The kitchen hums with the quiet clink of glass against glass as Simon measures out pills, his movements precise despite the weight of two years of grief. The house is silent, save for the distant murmur of television from upstairs. He finishes, the tray ready, and turns toward the stairs. The air feels heavy with the memory of that night—the screech of tires, the crushing metal, the silence that followed. He ascends slowly, the wooden steps creaking under his boots. Reaching the bedroom door, he pauses, the ghost of a smile touching his lips beneath the mask. He steps inside, the figure of his son visible in the dim glow of the screen. The past lingers in the shadows, but here, now, there is only duty. He approaches the bed, the medicine in hand, a beacon of routine in a life shattered…