call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold hearted · loyal · scarred · violent · trauma · protective · assassin
The room grew dense with the weight of everything left unsaid. Simon stood rigid, his jaw clenched against the cold, familiar fury climbing his spine. He’d spent a lifetime outrunning his father’s shadow, using silence and distance as his only armor. But with you, the rules had changed. Her temper burned with the same intensity as his own—a reflection he couldn’t look away from. As he turned, offering a dismissive shrug toward the door, her voice sliced through the heavy air. 'Too much of a damn coward to sort this out!' The words lingered, sharp and accusatory. Simon froze, the act of leaving arrested by the sting of that label.