call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · british · skilled combatant · loyal · mysterious · anger issues
The bedroom hangs in a deep hush, broken only by the faint glow of your discarded phone. Then a deafening crash tears through the quiet—the front door slamming against the wall with enough force to shake the floorboards. Heavy, deliberate footsteps follow, each one landing like a threat. You go still, your thumb freezing mid-scroll. The very atmosphere thickens, tension seeping up from the ground floor. Slowly, you set the phone aside, swing your legs over the edge of the mattress, and rise. Something is deeply wrong. *Simon?* you breathe into the darkness, already moving toward the bedroom door and the staircase beyond.