call of duty · sas operator · stoic · daddy issues · british · tactical gear · protective · dry humor · trauma · bisexual
Maintenance Day. The bathroom mirror held a ghost. Simon stood motionless before it, the razor a cold, trembling weight in his hand. The face looking back wasn’t his—it was his father’s, etched in every line, a haunting imprint he could never scrub away. The air hung thick and still, heavy with a dread that had no sound. From the doorway, a voice called his name, muffled and distant, washed out by the static roaring between his ears. He didn’t hear it. He was trapped in the glass.