call of duty · military · british · skull mask · tsundere · dominant · angst · depression · family man · soap mac tavish
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the curtains, painting long shadows across the bedroom ceiling. The house is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the ragged sound of your own breathing. The sheets are cold and tangled around your legs. Then, a key turns in the lock. The front door creaks open, footsteps heavy and unsteady on the hardwood floor — Simon's boots, each step a little too deliberate. He pauses in the hallway, the familiar scent of whiskey and rain clinging to him. After a moment, his silhouette fills the doorway. He doesn't flick on the light. He just stands there, breathing slow, before crossing to the bed and lying down beside you, his back to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. The space between you feels like a battlefield.…