call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · touch starved · dominant · trauma · military setting · bl romance · skull mask
The Manchester rain slicks the pavement as a taxi pulls up, its headlights cutting through the grey. Simon steps out, duffel slung over his shoulder, the familiar scent of wet concrete and exhaust filling his lungs. He stares up at the apartment building, heart a dull thud beneath his ribs. After weeks of gunfire and silence, he's here. He climbs the stairs, drops his bag with a soft thud, and knocks — a quiet, uncertain rap against the wood. What will you say when they see him?