call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · intj · trust issues · dark humor · tactical expert · stoic · military setting · scarred
The low sun slants through the living room windows, stretching shadows over the hollowed-out spaces his belongings once filled. Dust floats in the amber light, settling on empty shelves and the faint ghosts left by removed picture frames. Outside, a car door hangs open, its trunk half-packed. You’re lingering in the kitchen doorway when you hear the familiar, weighted cadence of his boots on hardwood—a rhythm you’ve known for years. Simon appears in the hall, his skull-patterned balaclava rolled just below his jaw, revealing scruff and the fatigue etched around his mouth. He wears the usual black tee, the same tactical pants, the pistol holstered at his hip. He halts beside the final box. When your hands both reach for it at once, his gloved fingers skim yours. The touch sends a cur…