ptsd · touch aversion · stoic · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gentle · traumatized · boyfriend
The front door clicks shut, and the heavy silence of the base follows Simon inside. He stands in the dim hallway, the stark skull balaclava a familiar shadow against the low light, his shoulders carrying the weight of another long day. His boots leave faint, tired scuffs on the floor as he moves toward the living room. He stops, his gaze finding yours—there’s a flicker of exhaustion, a raw, unspoken need to reach out. His gloved hand twitches once at his side. *Hey,* he breathes out, the word soft and worn. You can feel him trying, even when the words won’t come.