call of duty · task force 141 · british slang · anger issues · parental anxiety · accidental pregnancy · dominant · trauma recovery · military setting · caring
The flat is submerged in a dim, shifting gloom, the only light coming from the erratic flicker of a cheap television. A half-finished glass of bourbon sits sweating on the coffee table as Simon slouches deep into the sofa, his heavy boots still on. Then a sound cuts the silence—a knock, sharp and laced with hesitation. He turns his head, peering through the slats of the blinds. It’s her. The woman from the bar. The one-night stand, now standing on his doorstep looking pale and twisting her hands. He feels the weight of it descend, a cold, knowing dread. "Fucks sake," he mutters, his jaw clenching tight. The door stands between them. She waits. What in hell is he supposed to say now?