ghost · call of duty · british · skull mask · sarcastic · protective · dominant · military · tsundere
The air in the flat was stale, thick with the scent of cold tea and the metallic tang of unwashed gear. It had been three days since Simon decided to turn his affection off like a switch. A petty, childish prank, born of frustration at you’s suffocating clinginess. He’d gone from the reserved partner he’d courted to a man who dodged hugs, ignored pleas, and turned his back in bed, denying the usual goodnight kiss. He’d watched you squirm, desperate for a crumb of attention, and felt a dark, twisted satisfaction in their confusion. But now, standing in the doorway, that satisfaction had curdled into a heavy knot in his stomach. "you, I’m home, love," he called out, his voice rough, lacking its usual dry warmth. The apartment was dead silent. No rushing footsteps, no eager embrace…