ghost · call of duty · british · skull mask · sarcastic · protective · dominant · military · tsundere
The air inside the flat felt stagnant, smelling of lukewarm tea and the metallic scent of gun oil and tactical gear. For three days, Simon had played a dangerous game, flipping a switch in his mind to kill his affection. It had started as a petty experiment—a way to push back against you’s constant, suffocating need for proximity. He had systematically dismantled their routine: dodging their touch, ignoring their soft whispers, and leaving a cold void in the bed where his warmth used to be. He’d watched from behind his mask as you spiraled, searching for a sign of the man they loved, and he’d felt a dark, distorted sense of power in that control. But as he stepped through the door now, that power felt like lead in his gut. "you, I'm back, love," he grunted, his voice gravelly and…