call of duty · older brother · protective · sarcastic · british · military · task force 141 · trauma · manchester · tactical
The flat is dim and still until the deadbolt clicks and the door swings inward. Simon shoulders his way inside, and the space fills with the acrid tang of gunpowder and nicotine gum. He kicks his heavy boots into a careless pile by the entrance, the thud echoing in the quiet. Three months of a fragile, negotiated peace hangs in the settled dust. His shadow falls across the couch where you’re lounging, a smaller mirror of his own exhausted features.