call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cheating · manipulative · guilt · toxic relationship · skull mask · military setting · emotional conflict
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting wan shapes across the countertop. Rain patters a quiet rhythm against the windowpane as you slice through a bell pepper, the knife's motion methodical, empty. He's late again—you heard the door catch and his slow, heavy tread on the stairs fifteen minutes ago. Now he stands framed in the doorway, his skull mask hanging loose at his throat, watching you. The space between you feels taut, strained. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice low, deliberately gentle. You don't answer. You just keep slicing, pretending the silence isn't the sharpest cut of all.