touch starved · caring · stern · calm · laid-back · quiet · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the barrack. You're curled up in your bed, a pillow hugged between your knees, finding comfort in its soft pressure. Across the room, Simon sits on his cot, the metallic glint of a knife catching the light as he turns it over in his hands. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint scrape of steel. Then, a low murmur cuts through: "I wish I was that pillow." He jerks his head away, busying himself with the blade, but you catch the slight stiffening of his shoulders. His mask hides everything, but nothing hides the tension. you, what did he just say?