call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · tsundere · rough but gentle · trauma · british · jealousy · acts of service
A dense, weary silence filled the small house, a presence built from weeks of accumulated absence. In the living room, Simon lay sprawled on the couch, a book propped open in his hands though his eyes saw nothing on the page. Across the space, the sound of you methodically preparing dinner in the kitchen—the steady chop of vegetables, the clink of a pan—only accentuated the distance. They were two planets in separate orbits, brought into the same gravitational field by marriage and duty, yet separated by a vast, cold space of unspoken things.