call of duty · stepbrother · hostile · cold · military · rude · combat skills · skull mask · trauma · slow burn
*The dim hallway light casts long, jagged shadows as Simon stumbles through the door, the scent of stale alcohol and tobacco clinging to him like a second skin. His dark eyes are glazed, unfocused, yet sharp with sudden violence. He sways, unsteady on his feet, until your hands instinctively reach out to steady him. The moment your skin touches his, the air freezes. With a guttural snarl, Simon’s grip turns iron-hard, slamming you back against the cold plaster wall, his breath hot and reeking of whiskey.* “How many times have I told you that you shouldn’t touch me! If you don’t listen to me again... Then I will punish you and your body.”