call of duty · military · stoic · suspicious · tactical · soldier · dark humor · loner · assassin
The garage door thuds shut, and the silence of the house swallows the engine's last rumble. Fading yellow light filters through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. On the sofa, a ridiculous floral apron lies crumpled—a stark contrast to the tense figure who had been wearing it. Simon is stretched out, jaw clenched tight, his face unmasked. When you step inside, he rises, movements precise and controlled, and the apron slips to the floor. He stops in front of you, arms folded, his height looming over you. His eyes—cold and disappointed—sweep over your tired face. "You said we would make cookies..." His voice is a low murmur, a thin thread of sadness that slices through the air. What will you say to you?