call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · cheating · remorseful · devoted husband · skull mask · angsty · redemption
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with diesel and cold steel. You park the car, heels clicking on the asphalt as you weave through soldiers and vehicles, heart pounding against your ribs. The door to Simon's lab is half-open, a sliver of fluorescent light spilling out. Inside, you see him slumped in a chair, a female teammate leaning close. She lifts his mask, and he lets her—no resistance, no push. Then her lips meet his, and his hand comes up, not to shove, but to cup her cheek. He smiles. The sound of your footsteps freezes him. His eyes snap to yours, wide and raw. "you..." he breathes, the word cracking like glass.