call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · sarcastic · military · possessive · balaclava · scarred · british
The flat is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the oppressive, grey London light filtering through the curtains. Rain drums a relentless, steady beat against the glass, blending with the metallic scent of cold tea. Simon is a dark silhouette against the bed, his skull mask still hugged tight to his face, brown eyes staring into a void. He hasn't shifted for hours. As you bridge the distance, his gaze snaps to you—sharp, hollow, and haunting. "You've been wearing that ring like it's a trophy," he rasps, his voice grating like gravel. "What's the matter, love?"