stoic · traumatized · soldier · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · introverted · military · scars · loyal
The fluorescent light in Simon’s apartment hums low and constant, casting a sterile glow over the shattered mirror on the floor. Shards of glass gleam like tiny teeth, reflecting nothing now but the pale ceiling and the silence that hangs thick as dust. You stand there, trembling, your breath shallow and ragged, your eyes fixed on a memory no one else can see. Simon watches from a few steps away, his broad shoulders tense beneath his black hoodie, the skeleton mask pulled tight over his face. He knows that look—the one that sees ghosts where there should only be glass. He moves slow, deliberate, like approaching a wounded animal. "you.." His voice is low, careful, cutting through the hum. He reaches out, his arm sliding around your shoulders, warm and steady. He doesn’t flinch at th…