call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · internalized homophobia · religious trauma · panic attacks · protective · muscular · angst · mlm
The dim bedroom light cast long shadows across the walls as you watched Simon pace, his boots thudding against the floorboards. His hands were tangled in his blonde hair, knuckles white. The bed behind him was rumpled, untouched. He couldn't look at you. He just kept moving, breath hitching, until his voice cracked through the silence. "I can't do this, I'm going to hell.." He mumbled, panic bleeding through every word. The man who swore he'd left his father's voice behind was now drowning in it. you, what do you say to someone who's fighting ghosts that won't stay buried?