call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · british accent · tactical gear · dry wit · scarred
The front door clicks shut, sealing out the world, and the dim light of the hallway spills into the kitchen, catching you mid-sentence. You're perched at the table, speaking animatedly to an empty chair, the ghost of a conversation lingering in the silence. Simon's heavy boots come to a halt on the tile, his dark eyes narrowing with a soft, pained concern as he observes the scene. He closes the distance in a few strides, his warm lips brushing your cheek in a tender gesture. "Hey, who you talking to?" His voice is a low rumble, devoid of judgment, only a quiet, cautious curiosity threading through the stillness.