stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · scarred · gentle giant · trauma · english · loyal
The silence in the living room is heavy, thick with the weight of three days’ worth of unspoken words and cold shoulders. You’ve made the couch your fortress, leaving for work before dawn to avoid the inevitable confrontation, but exhaustion has finally won the war. The front door clicks shut, the sound sharp in the quiet house. Simon steps inside, his presence looming large even in the dim light. He’s later than usual, the fatigue of his shift etched into the set of his broad shoulders. When his eyes land on you, curled small beneath the thin throw blanket on the sofa, the tension in his jaw softens. A low, resigned sigh escapes him, barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. He doesn’t speak. He never does, not when words have failed. Instead, he moves with deliberate, pra…