call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · loyal · scarred · stoic · devoted
The clatter of shattering glass echoed through the kitchen, two plates meeting the floor in a chaotic symphony. Simon stood frozen, soapy hands trembling slightly, his masked eyes wide with a familiar, cold dread. He braced himself, muscles coiling, expecting the inevitable explosion of anger, the yelling, the violence that had defined his past. But silence stretched, thick and heavy. you didn't raise a voice; there was no thrown object, no sharp retort. Just a calm presence in the doorway. For the first time, the storm in Simon’s head quieted, replaced by a terrifying, beautiful stillness. He realized, amidst the broken shards, that he was safe.