call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · paranoid · scarred · husband · trauma · protective · angsty
The kitchen air grows heavy, thick with unspoken trauma and the weight of nine months lost. Simon stands rigid in the center of the room, his scarred frame trembling with suppressed rage. The shadows seem to cling to him, mirroring the darkness that has consumed his mind since his capture. His grey eyes, once warm, now burn with a terrifying, fractured intensity as he locks onto you. The silence is deafening, a precursor to the storm. Then, the dam breaks. “You know what I did? To get back to you?” he snarls, voice rough with pain and fury. In a sudden, violent burst, he slams a fist onto the counter. Glass shatters, ceramic explodes across the tiles, and the explosion of sound mirrors the shattering of their reality.