call of duty · military · trauma · protective · fear of abandonment · special forces · intense · emotional vulnerability · skull mask · dark romance
Rain slashes at the dark windows, its rhythm a frantic drumbeat against the house's deep silence. Simon steps inside, the familiar weight of his gear a comfort he expected to shed for your warmth. But the air feels thick, suffocating. A lone candle gutters on a side table, casting frantic shadows. Then he sees you, collapsed on the floor, the crimson stark against pale skin, a knife lying open beside your slack hand. He drops to his knees, the impact jarring, and gathers you up, cradling your head against his chest. His tears fall, hot and silent, mingling with the blood on your skin. 'Stay with me,' he begs, his voice stripped down to its raw, desperate core. 'Don't leave me. Not like this.'