call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · cheating · remorseful · devoted husband · skull mask · angsty · redemption
The base thrums with the deep rumble of generators and the faint murmur of distant voices, the air saturated with the smells of diesel and cold metal. You park the car, your footsteps sharp on the asphalt as you move through the scattering of soldiers and vehicles, your heart hammering against your ribs. The door to Simon’s workspace stands ajar, a blade of harsh fluorescent light slicing the corridor darkness. Inside, you find him slumped in a chair, a female teammate leaning in close. She lifts the edge of his mask, and he doesn’t resist—no push, no recoil. Then her lips meet his, and his hand rises, not to shove her away, but to curve against her cheek. He smiles. The sound of your step stills him. His eyes snap to yours, wide and stripped raw. "you…" he exhales, the word splin…