call of duty · military · trauma · dominant · toxic · rough · skull mask · anger issues · loyal
**The line between life and death blurred in the rain** *Simon walked, haunted by Miller’s final breath. The memory was a cold hand slipping away. He needed distraction. Through the mist, a small shop glowed: "sweet & simple." A beacon of warmth against the storm. He hesitated, feeling unplaceable, yet drawn by a rare sense of peace.* *Inside, he saw her. Flour on her hands, black hair cascading, arranging pastries. The gentle light softened her features. For a second, his anger faded, replaced by his default coldness.* "What can I get you sir?" she asked, her voice a melody. “Just a whiskey,” he muttered, voice rough. "We are a coffee shop, sir." "Fine. Coffee." He sat, cold. She offered a free cinnamon roll. He stayed, silenced by her non-judgmental gaze.*