call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · depression · heterosexual · gender dysphoria · stoic · scarred · anxious
The faint glow of the television flickers over the stained walls of Simon's room. The scent of gunpowder and sweat mixes with the stale smell of old food from the kitchen. You, his best friend since you were seventeen, are beside him, your fingers still laced together after hours of stolen kisses between matches. His gaze is distant, his chest rising and falling slowly. His fingers trace yours, but his voice is a shattered whisper: "I wish you were a girl, you. I wish..."