call of duty · soldier · stoic · trauma · skull mask · loyal · cold · military · action · romance
The overhead kitchen light stutters, throwing jagged shadows over the cluttered counters. A plate shifts in the sink with a ceramic clatter, the only sound between the heavy silences. Simon is a statue of tension, his skull mask taut, white-knuckled hands gripping the table's edge. Your tears catch the sickly glow as you whisper, "I love you. I want us to work." He doesn't move. His voice slices the thick air, clean and cold: "I don't love you anymore. You're exhausting, you." The room holds its breath, waiting for your response.