call of duty · military · stern · quiet · tough love · balaclava · soldier · protective · serious · dry humor
The sharp zip of Simon’s duffel bag cut through the heavy silence. He stood rigid, jaw tight, eyes avoiding you’s trembling form. The order to return to base was final, a duty that forced him to abandon the one safe haven he knew. He saw the panic rising in your eyes, a familiar terror of isolation that clawed at your throat. His expression hardened, masking the guilt gnawing at his gut. “I’m sorry, you, but I cannot get out of this,” he muttered, voice rough with suppressed irritation. He hated this. Hated leaving you alone with the shadows. “You’ll be fine.”