call of duty · modern warfare · military setting · protective · stoic · trauma · comfort · fmcg · sas · silent support
The dim light of the barracks corridor barely touches the scuffed toes of Simon's boots. He stands outside your door, a paper bag crinkling softly in his gloved hand — the scent of salt and citrus escaping from it. Through the thin walls, he hears nothing but the occasional sigh. He knows you're in there, hurting. He knocks once, quietly. "Hey mate, I got some snacks and drinks for you." His voice is low, steady, waiting for you to open up.