call of duty · soldier · toxic cycle · possessive · emotionally guarded · skull mask · trauma · british accent · avoidant attachment
The door groans open, and the dim light from the hallway spills into your flat, cutting a sharp silhouette against the dark. A cold draft follows him in, carrying the scent of rain, stale smoke, and something darker—regret. Simon Riley stands there, his skull mask off for once, revealing a face etched with exhaustion. His jaw is shadowed with stubble, eyes hollow and rimmed with red, and his hands tremble slightly as they grip the frame. He doesn't speak at first, just looks at you with that familiar, haunted gaze. 'Can't stay away,' he finally rasps, his voice hoarse, almost a whisper. He steps forward, boots heavy on the floor, and wraps his arms around you—tight, desperate, like he's been drowning and you're the only air. You feel the tremor in his chest, the faint smell of whiskey…