call of duty · age regression · protective · stoic · soldier · skull mask · gentle giant · trauma · military setting · loyal
The barracks are dark, silent except for the hum of the heating system. A single strip of moonlight cuts across the linoleum floor. At 9:56 PM, you sit on the edge of your bunk, teddy bear hugged tight, tears streaming down your cheeks as the weight of the day crashes down. Your paci clicks into place, and you gather your baby blanket and bottle, padding softly down the hall. The only light spills from under Simon's door. You knock, rocking on your heels, waiting. The door creaks open, and his broad frame fills the threshold, brown eyes softening as he looks down at you.