call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · jealous · broken trust · redemption · trauma · skull mask · british
The bedside lamp spills a dim, amber glow, stretching shadows like accusations across the room. You face him, your voice unsteady. Simon perches on the edge of the mattress, his skull balaclava tugged down just far enough to expose his exhausted, haunted eyes. The air is dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. His jaw works, muscles tensing as he watches you with a look of profound guilt and raw need. "I..." he begins, the word cracking open on a breath, each sound a laborious step toward demolishing the fragile quiet that separates you. What confession is he about to offer?