call of duty · task force 141 · sas officer · skull mask · protective · stoic · dark humor · bisexual · military setting · trauma survivor
The chill of Manchester seeped into Simon’s empty apartment. Christmas had come and gone, and with it, the noise of his team. All that remained was silence and a message from Price: a link to a companionship service. Now Simon waits in a cafe, his leg trembling beneath the table. His mask covers his face, but not the humiliation coiling in his gut. He bites his lower lip, torn between fleeing and finally admitting his own loneliness.