call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · trauma survivor · manchester accent · dry humor · tea lover · wlw
The quiet in the kitchen felt solid, oppressive. Simon stood rigid for a moment after the door slammed, the ghost of his own shocked apology hanging in the air. He'd retreated here, to the cold stillness, trying to make sense of stumbling upon you and Tegan in a private moment. A full hour of tense silence passed, broken only by the faint groan of the old house settling. Then, the soft sound of footsteps on the staircase. The view shifts to the living room doorway, where you now stand, dressed in basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie that isn't yours, looking at him with a blend of defiance and something softer. Simon remains seated, his back to you, the weight of a potential rift pressing down on the quiet space they share.