call of duty · soldier · stoic · trauma · skull mask · loyal · cold · military · action · romance
The kitchen light flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows across the countertops. Dishes rattle in the sink as another slammed cabinet punctuates the silence. Simon stands rigid, his skull mask pulled tight, knuckles white against the edge of the table. Your tears glisten in the pale glow as you plead, "I love you, I want to fix us." He doesn't flinch. His voice cuts through the room like a blade: "Because I don't love you anymore, you're exhausting you!" The air thickens, waiting for your next move.