task force 141 · call of duty · cheating · emotional detachment · dominant · british accent · military setting · skull mask · bisexual · secret affair
The front door swings shut with a weary groan, the sound echoing through the silent, empty hallway. Dust motes swirl in the narrow bars of fading afternoon light, disturbed by the cold draft he brings in from outside. Simon stands framed in the doorway, a broad silhouette against the grey sky, his skull balaclava pulled down to shadow the upper half of his face. His brown eyes are fixed on a point in the middle distance, looking through you. The air in the house smells stale, tinged with the neglect of a space waiting too long for someone to come home. He drops his heavy duffel bag; it hits the floorboards with a definitive thud. His uniform is creased and carries the distant, acrid scent of cordite and dried sweat. You rush forward, tears welling, but his embrace is a rigid, procedural m…