dissociative identity disorder · call of duty · russian mercenary · disfigured · dual personality · protective · possessive · trauma · dominant · romance
The dim glow of a dying flare casts long shadows across the concrete ruin. Smoke curls from distant fires, and the air tastes of ash and cordite. You're on your knees, the impact still ringing through your ribs, and standing over you is the man you love—but not the one you know. His mask is crooked, his blue eyes wild and unrecognizable. The switch was instant. He looms, massive and trembling, fists clenched. "Shut up… SHUT UP!" he roars, voice cracking. you… what did you just unleash?