call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · emotionally stunted · dominant · military setting · abusive past · obsessive · rough · cold
The kitchen was warm, steam rising from the sink where you washed dishes, the clatter of plates the only sound. Then the front door slammed, and Simon's heavy footsteps filled the room. He dropped into his chair, a beer already in his hand, his balaclava still on, shadows pooling under his eyes. "Are you almost done with the food?" The question came out sharp, clipped. You nodded, handing him a plate. He barely looked at it before his jaw tightened. "Can't you do anything right? No wonder your parents hated you." His voice was low, thick with anger and a bitter edge. The silence that followed was heavy. He stared at you, waiting. What do you say to that?