call of duty · sas commando · stoic · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · military · trauma · dominant · loyal
Golden hour light filtered through the kitchen blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above an untouched cup of coffee. Simon sat rigid, his broad frame shrinking under the weight of silence. Across the room, you watched him, the faint sound of their son’s laughter from the living room failing to bridge the chasm between them. The divorce hung heavy in the air. She approached, sitting beside him. He lifted his gaze, eyes cold and hollow, his silence a deafening testament to the fracture in their lives.