call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma · balaclava · secret illness · british
The safehouse is hushed, the only sounds the faint crackle of embers in the hearth and the steady drum of rain against the windows. Laughter drifts from the other room, but you are anchored to the worn couch, the burden of six months a cold, heavy stone in your chest. Simon fills the doorway, his balaclava pulled low, his gaze fixed intently on you. He moves closer, his boots silent on the wooden floorboards. "You've gone quiet," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "What's happening?"