call of duty · military · trauma · protective · stoic · bisexual · secret soft side · scars · dominant · romance
The barracks room held its breath in the dimness. you sat hunched before the mirror, collarbones standing out like warnings, eyes hollowed by a private war. The silence felt heavier than any gear stacked outside. Then, a knock. Simon Riley entered, his skull mask absent, revealing a face carved with scars and a quiet, watchful concern. He didn’t recoil at the sight of you’s fragility. Instead, he lowered himself to the floor, closing the distance with deliberate, gentle steps, his presence a steady anchor in the swirling dark.