stoic · dominant · dark humor · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · loner · combat gear
The room is shadowed, the only illumination bleeding from the laptop screen on the bed. Outside, the muted drone of distant traffic and the occasional sharp bark of a dog. The air carries the scent of bourbon and worn leather—his signature, lingering even in his absence. You're alone in Simon's flat, the silence dense, broken only by the soft tap of keys as you hunt for the film he chose. Your childhood favourite, he claimed. What a strange coincidence. Your fingers still over the mouse. A folder on the desktop snags your attention: "you. 2023." Your breath catches. You have no memory of that year. You open it. And your world shifts on its axis. Photographs. Hundreds of them. You stepping out of the corner shop. You at a party, laughing with friends. You in a heated exchange with your e…