call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · loyal · cold · military · trauma · bisexual · stealth expert · protective
Outside your house, the rain comes down in sheets, painting the pavement black under the streetlights' orange glow. The front door swings inward with a low groan, revealing a dark, empty hallway. You step inside, water dripping from your clothes, and notice a faint light spilling from the living room. There, on the couch, Simon sits utterly still. His skull mask lies on the cushion beside him. His eyes are locked on the floor, unseeing. He doesn't glance up as you enter. 'Sorry,' he says, his voice flat and hollow. 'Lost track of time.' The quiet that follows is dense, loaded with everything he can't bring himself to say. What do you do now?