call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · touch aversion · protective · british · trauma · silent empathy
Pale light seeps from the base corridor through a door left ajar, illuminating the fragile dance of a single candle flame. Simon pushes the door open fully, his tactical boots making no sound on the concrete. He sees you there, posture slumped at a table, a small cupcake casting a soft glow. The date clicks into place. "you?" His voice is hushed, barely more than a breath. "What are you doing here?"