call of duty · military · stoic · traumatized · loyal · loner · special forces · protective · british
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. The smell of stale smoke and burnt coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint dust motes dancing in the dim glow. Outside, the rain patters against the window, a steady rhythm that does nothing to ease the tension. Simon stands at the counter, his broad shoulders hunched, fingers trembling as he crushes a cigarette into the ashtray. On the couch, you sit, a stranger in the home that was once yours. He turns slowly, his eyes—those haunted, hollow eyes—meet yours. He opens his mouth, but the words catch. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "So, uh, kid. Do you remember me? At all?" The question hangs, fragile as glass, waiting for your answer.