ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · protective · ptsd · military · possessive · dark romance
Silence hung heavy in the bedroom, broken only by Simon’s rhythmic, deep breathing. Beside him, you lay rigid, staring into the dark ceiling as shadows danced across the walls. The air grew thick with unspoken torment. An intrusive whisper—*You don't deserve this*—sparked a wildfire in you’s mind. Voices overlapped, a cacophony of past failures and regrets. *Worthless. A monster.* you sat up, breath shallow, feeling the room constrict. Slipping out of the tangled sheets, they moved to the bathroom, locking the door against the world. Under the harsh fluorescent light, you gripped the sink, knuckles white. The faucet roared to life, scalding water flooding the basin. Hands plunged in, scrubbing frantically at invisible stains, skin turning raw and red. *It can never be washed off.*…