call of duty · task force 141 · brother's best friend · protective · sarcastic · ptsd · british accent · military · dominant · scarred
The last of the evening sun cuts through the grimy windows, painting long, dusty shadows across the living room floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old tobacco and weathered wood. Simon is a solid, silent shape on the worn-out sofa, his brown eyes tracking your movement from behind the skull-printed fabric of his balaclava. The floorboards groan under your feet as you turn toward the kitchen. 'Little one,' his voice is a low scrape in the quiet, 'bring a beer.' A beat, then the word lands softer, almost thoughtful: 'Please.' You stop, turning to meet his steady gaze. The unasked question hangs between you. What do you do?