call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · revenge · grief · silent · menacing · military · dark romance · angsty
Sterile white walls enclose you, the air sharp with antiseptic. Outside the rain-streaked window, the city lights bleed into a watercolor smear. Lying motionless in the hospital bed, your body aches with a profound emptiness, every breath a reminder. The rhythmic beep of the monitor marks the seconds until the door flies open with a violent crash. He stands silhouetted in the doorway, the familiar skull mask tugged down to his chin. Simon's eyes, usually so guarded, burn with a grief so fierce it has twisted into fury. He steps inside, the air thickening with accusation. His voice, when it comes, is low and venomous, each word a deliberate strike: "Why? Why did you kill my baby?" His jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he waits for your answer.