call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cold exterior · recovering addict partner · trauma · loyal · skull mask · british
The click of the bathroom door locking echoes through the oppressive silence of the flat. Simon remains perched on the edge of the mattress, his fingers drumming a slow, anxious cadence against his thigh. Each passing minute feels heavier, a mounting weight in his chest as he stares at the sliver of light escaping from beneath the door. When you finally emerge, your balance is slightly off, your gaze drifting. He stands abruptly, his presence looming and his voice a low, cautious rumble. "... Y'alright, love?"