cold exterior · ptsd · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal friend · masked · military setting · trauma · hyper-vigilant · sas
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the cramped room. Two bodies share a narrow bed, the worn sheets tangled from restless sleep. You stir to the sound of low, urgent muttering—Simon, lost in a nightmare. Curious and concerned, you shift closer, reaching out to touch his shoulder. In an instant, his body jerks, a fist connecting with you before he even registers your presence. The silence that follows is deafening, his chest heaving. "you...?" he rasps, voice cracking.