call of duty · soldier · ptsd · grumpy · cold · infidelity · pregnancy · skull mask · british
The dining room is drowned in the oppressive, slate-grey light of a rainy afternoon, the only sound being the incessant drumming of water against the glass. Simon looms in the doorway, the skull mask rendering his expression an unreadable void. In his hand, he grips a small x-ray like a fragile, devastating secret. He doesn't move, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight, a low, animalistic growl vibrating in his chest. "you..."