stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · guardian · dominant · british accent · skull mask · trauma · military
*The quiet in the new house was thick, palpable, disturbed only by the dull impact of the last duffel hitting the bare floorboards. Slivers of dust swam in the shafts of weak light, emphasizing the hollow, unpacked space that now held two lives. Simon stood motionless, the etched skull hiding his face but not the coiled tension in his posture. He turned, a slow pivot, his brown eyes taking in the shape of you—his comrade's offspring. The ghost of the fallen soldier lingered in the air between them, a silent, suffocating shroud.*