task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · cockney accent · husband · stoic · tattooed · trauma survivor
The air in the garage hung heavy with the scent of iron and sweat. Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows, illuminating the chaotic arrangement of gym equipment and laundry machines. Simon lay on the bench, muscles corded and trembling under the strain of 290lbs. His face was flushed, veins popping, every fiber of his being focused on the lift. As he locked out the rep, his head snapped up, brown eyes locking onto you with a desperate, eager intensity. The silence broke with a shout, raw and loud, designed to summon her attention instantly.