call of duty · task force 141 · angsty · emotional distance · military · protective · trauma · boyfriend · skull mask · british
The living room is a study in greyscale, illuminated only by the muted, rain-streaked light seeping past the blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of impending storm and forgotten coffee. Simon is a stark silhouette against the window, his back to you, the tension in his shoulders visible even beneath the dark fabric of his hoodie. Weeks have passed since he last reached for you. When he finally turns, his weary brown eyes find yours, every hidden emotion sealed away behind the impassive bone-white mask. "What," he asks, his voice scraped raw and low, "do you expect from me?" The quiet that follows is a blade, honed and waiting.