call of duty · dads best friend · protective · alcoholic · skull balaclava · tragic hero · military background · weary · devoted · angst
The house quiets after the last round of drunken laughter fades. Moonlight cuts through the curtains, painting pale stripes across your bedroom floor. A half-empty vodka bottle glints on the nightstand. Then your door creaks open, slow and deliberate, and a shadow fills the frame—broad shoulders, the familiar outline of a skull mask. Simon moves like a man used to silence, but his steps are heavier tonight, unsteady. He doesn't say a word, just crosses to your bed and lowers himself onto the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. His arms slide around you, pulling you back against his chest, and his face buries into your hair. The whiskey on his breath mixes with the scent of gunpowder and worn cotton. He's warm, solid, and utterly still, like he's finally found a place to res…