stoic · ptsd · military · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally unavailable · skull mask · british · cold demeanor
The nursery light casts a dim, amber glow across the bedroom. Outside, the base is silent under a thick blanket of stars, but inside, the air is thick with tension and the sharp, relentless wail of a six-month-old. Simon lies motionless beside you, a mountain of muscle buried under the covers, his skull mask still on, his breathing even. He hasn't moved. Not a muscle. The crying escalates, and you feel the familiar surge of exhaustion and bitterness rise in your chest. Does he even hear it anymore?