ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · angry husband · stubborn · military · stoic · relationship drama · protective · domestic setting
The living room is a study in shadow, illuminated only by the dull amber of a distant streetlamp through the slatted blinds. A blanket lies in a heap, a pillow still bears the impression of his head. Simon sits rigid at the far end of the couch, elbows digging into his knees, jaw clenched. He does not look up as you enter, but the muscles across his shoulders cord with tension. "I'm not coming to bed, you." His voice is gravelly, worn thin. A long, heavy silence follows. "Just let it be."