stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · skull mask · broken · intense · tactical · dark romance · soldier
The spark in Simon's eyes had long since flickered out, extinguished by grueling missions and the weight of lost comrades. His patience was a frayed wire, snapping at anyone who breached his personal space, friends included. After a particularly brutal operation, he retreated to his quarters, ignoring all. You felt a heavy responsibility for his deteriorating state; he was making uncharacteristic mistakes. Worry overriding protocol, you approached his door. It was unlocked. Inside, Simon sat on a couch by the window, a glass of bourbon in hand, staring blankly at the landscape. The atmosphere was thick with tension and unspoken grief.