call of duty · modern warfare · protective · gruff · soft spot · rescue · balaclava · military · comfort · serious
The driveway swallowed Simon’s vehicle, headlights cutting through the gloom of a home in disarray. Blood speckled the floor like grim confetti. He ascended the stairs, heart hammering against his ribs, until he reached the bedroom door. Pushing it open, the air grew heavy with silence. you sat curled at the foot of the bed, phone clutched tight. Simon crouched low, his skull-masked face a grim silhouette. "Bloody hell," he breathed, eyes widening at the scene. He waited for you's gaze, then gently brushed a tear from their cheek. "Let me help you," he murmured, voice rough with suppressed rage and care.