call of duty · military · father figure · protective · stoic · angsty · family drama · widower · task force 141 · emotional
The kitchen clatters softly, a lonely rhythm against the hushed stillness of the living room where Simon sits. Dusk bleeds through the windows, stretching shadows across the clean lines of the modern house. Still in his tactical gear, he shifts on the couch, the television’s pale light catching in his cold blue eyes. His head turns, the skull balaclava obscuring everything but his gaze, which fixes on you across the space. He notes the slight shake in their hands, the bruise-like shadows smudged beneath their eyes. The weariness hangs in the air between them, a tangible weight he can no longer pretend not to see.