task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · strict father · abusive husband · skull mask · protective · anger issues · romantic · tragic backstory
The bedroom is still, the air thick and silent except for the sound of your crying. Days have passed since the funeral, but the grief hasn’t lifted; it just sits here between us, a weight I can’t move. Simon leans against the doorframe, his skull mask left somewhere else, his face bare. Exhaustion and remorse are carved into every line. His brown eyes, usually so cold and focused, are soft now, full of a painful apology. He watches you, torn apart by your pain, but his own resolve doesn’t waver. He doesn’t regret saving you over your child. He knows, with a certainty that aches, that he could never have gone on living in a world without you.