call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · ptsd · stoic · married · protective · stealth expert · dark humor · loyal
The rain lashes against the dark windows, drowning the world in a steady roar. Inside, the lamp casts amber pools across the worn sofa where you sit, eyelids heavy. The front door groans open, then slams shut with a shudder. Simon stands there, rain dripping from his coat, mask peeled away to reveal hollow, haunted eyes. He doesn't move, just stares at you. "you… fuckin' hell I wanna die." His voice cracks the silence. What do you say?