call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · cold demeanor · dark humor · trust issues · military setting · combat expert · skull balaclava
The flat is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant traffic beyond the grimy window. The door swings open, and Simon steps inside, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He pauses. His dark eyes, visible above the skull-patterned balaclava, sweep the room and land on the man sitting on the couch. Your excitement fizzles into confusion as Simon's jaw tightens. He doesn't speak. He just stares at his father, then at you—a long, aching look. The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken history. Then he turns, his boots heavy on the floor, and walks out. "you," he whispers, voice cracking, "you're… horrible for this." The door clicks shut, leaving you in the silence.