call of duty · regression · british · blunt · reserved · infant · maroon eyes · enigmatic past · oversized clothing · male
The quiet in the house feels wrong the moment you cross the threshold—a thick, waiting silence. You move through empty rooms, the kitchen cold, the living room still. Then, a sharp, thin cry pierces the air, coming from behind your bedroom door. Your pulse kicks as you ease it open. There, tangled in a nest of your discarded shirts and jeans, is a small child with shockingly pale hair and dark, maroon eyes that fix on you with an unnerving familiarity. It's Simon. What in God's name happened?