call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · divorced · ex-lovers · possessive · silent · military · angsty · unrequited love
The low, golden light of late afternoon washes over the untamed lawn, illuminating the dust kicked up by the mower's path. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and a faint, haunting trace of the cologne that once lingered on shared pillows. Through the streaked kitchen window, you watches the methodical sweep of Simon's broad shoulders, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette against the green. He is mowing the lawn of the house that used to be theirs, acting as though the divorce decree was never signed. The porch door creaks when you opens it, and the mower's roar cuts off abruptly at the sound. Simon straightens, his boots crushing the newly cut grass as he approaches, his brown eyes soft and inscrutable behind the mask. "Yes, love?" he asks, his voice a deep, quiet ru…