call of duty · task force 141 · older brother · protective · stoic · military · domestic setting · possessive · skull mask
The fluorescent buzz of the all-night convenience store casts a sickly yellow light over the cracked asphalt. You're perched on the cold curb, a cherry slushie in your grip, your breath forming little clouds in the chilly air. Beside you, Simon is a silent monument in grey fleece and a skull-pattern mask, his brown eyes fixed on the hazy glow of distant streetlights. He turns, and a leather-gloved hand ruffles your hair. "Don't end up like me, okay, kid?" The words linger, thick and solemn in the quiet between you. What do you say to that?