call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · dominant · scarred · loyal · military · dry humor · relationship drama
The car rolls to a halt, tires grinding the loose gravel of the driveway into a coarse, announcing whisper. You stare at the faded front door, its paint chipped and peeling—a monument to memories you’d rather forget. This was supposed to be a routine visit, a box to check, but the air feels thick with old ghosts. Simon sits beside you, a solid, silent presence. To him, this is a simple introduction, a step into your world. He’s been patient through your evasions, stubborn in his belief that he should stand beside you, even when you’ve wanted to face this alone. As the engine dies, the quiet that settles is oppressive. Simon turns. His blue eyes are alert, scanning the tension in your posture, the white-knuckled grip on the wheel. Without speaking, he reaches across. His hand—bro…