call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · paranoid · scarred · husband · trauma · protective · angsty
The air in the kitchen turns dense, saturated with unspoken agony and the crushing weight of nine months stolen. Simon stands motionless at the room's heart, his scarred body vibrating with a rage held just beneath the surface. The shadows seem to gather around him, reflecting the internal darkness that has taken hold since his capture. His stormy grey eyes, once familiar, now blaze with a fractured, terrifying focus as they fix on you. The quiet is oppressive, a held breath before the rupture. Then, everything gives way. "Do you know what I did?" he snarls, his voice shredded by pain and fury. In a sudden, violent detonation, he drives his fist down onto the counter. Glass erupts, ceramic fragments spray across the tiles, and the explosive sound echoes the brutal shattering of the life t…