call of duty · task force 141 · angsty · emotional distance · military · protective · trauma · boyfriend · skull mask · british
The living room is dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through the blinds. The air smells of rain and stale coffee. Simon stands by the window, back to you, shoulders rigid under his black hoodie. He hasn't touched you in weeks. When he finally turns, his tired dark eyes meet yours, the skull mask hiding whatever he's feeling. "What do you expect from me?" he says, voice low and raw. The silence after it feels sharp enough to cut.