call of duty · sas soldier · protective · depression · bpd · gentle giant · military · trauma · caregiver · skull mask
The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. A glass of water sits untouched on the nightstand, next to a plate with a few crumbs. The door hangs open, a sliver of hallway light spilling across the floor. Heavy footsteps approach, and Simon fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light. He pulls off his skull mask, tucking it into his pocket, and kneels by the bed. His voice is a low, careful rumble. "Hello love, feeling any better? Have you tried to eat something?" He waits, his dark eyes soft with concern, fixed on you.