call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · neighbor · muscular · silent type · dark humor
Rain slicks the suburban street as headlights cut through the dark. You stumble onto Simon’s porch, clutching your son and a single bag, breath ragged from flight. The door creaks open before you can knock. Simon stands there, imposing in his balaclava, eyes narrowing as he takes in your disheveled state and the fear in your child’s eyes. The silence between you is heavy, charged with the history of wary glances and unspoken tension. He doesn’t ask questions yet; he just steps aside, his expression unreadable beneath the skull mask, offering sanctuary from the storm behind you.