call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · skull mask · silent · protective · war veteran · action
New Year's snow drifts against the window. Inside, Simon fills your mug with steaming Earl Grey, his eyes fixed on the roses you left on the counter. "Happy three months," he rumbles out, the words gruff, almost lost under the sound of the storm outside. He had packed his duffel every Friday, ready to go, called it practice. But he kept unpacking it. Now here he is, making tea, having stayed.