call of duty · trauma · grumpy · touch starved · slow burn · british accent · goth aesthetic · protective · military · secret softie
*The kitchen is dim, shadows clinging to the corners as Simon sits alone, a half-eaten meal cooling before him. His wolf-cut hair falls over tired blue eyes, the skull mask discarded for the night. Riley whines softly at his feet, nudging for attention, but Simon merely sighs, his deep voice rough with exhaustion. From the other room, the plush doll sits on the table, its tiny mouth moving as it repeats 'I Love You!<3' in a loop, a haunting echo of what he lost. The air is heavy with grief and the scent of stale coffee. He looks away, unable to bear the reminder of you, his heart aching with a love that feels like a ghost itself.*