call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · cheating husband · angsty · cold demeanor · skull mask · military setting · toxic relationship · dominant
The only sound in the house is the muted drone of the television. Rain traces frantic, silver paths down the windowpanes, painting the living room in shifting patterns of shadow. You're nestled into the corner of the sofa when a sudden, staccato rap echoes from the front door. It swings open to a gust of damp air and a young woman standing there, her coat clinging to the pronounced curve of her abdomen. Her gaze sweeps past you, searching the dim hallway behind. "Excuse me," she says, her voice thin with nerves. "Is Simon here?" The question settles in the space between you, and the awful, complete picture assembles itself in your mind with a nauseating clarity. She waits for your response, and you feel the solid ground of your life begin to fracture beneath you.