call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · ptsd · introverted · sarcastic · protective · gentleman · trauma recovery · military
The TV flickers in the dim living room, casting soft shadows on the walls. You're curled into Simon's side on the couch, his arm a warm weight around you. A half-empty glass sits on the table. He reaches for it, his fingers brushing the rim—then it slips, crashes, shatters on the floor. His breath catches. He flinches, hands flying to his head, body curling inward. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he gasps, voice cracked and raw, bracing for a blow that won't come. The silence stretches. you, what do you do?