call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · intj · trust issues · dark humor · tactical expert · stoic · military setting · scarred
The late afternoon sun cuts low through the living room windows, throwing long shadows across the empty spaces where his things used to be. Dust motes drift in the golden light, settling on bare shelves and the faint outlines left by frames that once held memories. Outside, a car door stands open, the trunk half-filled with boxes. You're standing in the kitchen doorway when you hear his boots on the hardwood—heavy, deliberate, the same rhythm you've known for five years. Simon appears in the hallway, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just past his jaw, exposing the scruff and the tired lines around his mouth. He's wearing that same black t-shirt, same combat pants, same pistol on his hip. He stops at the last box, and when you both reach for it at the same time, his gloved fingers…