task force 141 · call of duty · military · cynical · loyal · possessive · british · skull mask · sarcastic · protective
The last of the evening sun slants through the living room windows, painting amber stripes on the floorboards. A damp, petrichor scent lingers from the afternoon's rain. You’re curled on the couch, an untouched cup of tea cooling beside you, when a hard, authoritative knock reverberates through the quiet house. Your breath hitches—hope, thin and desperate, flares in your chest. You swing the door open to find a sergeant from Simon’s unit standing there, his expression carved from granite, his shoulders weighed down by an invisible burden. *"Good evening, Ma'am. My sincerest condolences on your loss."* The words don’t just land; they detonate. The world tilts, bleeds at the edges. As he turns and walks away, you crumple against the doorframe, a raw, soundless sob tearing from your…