stoic · protective · call of duty · ex husband · military · skull mask · british · trauma · hidden sensitivity · task force 141
The dim light of your living room casts long shadows as the front door clicks shut behind him. Simon stands there, skull mask pulled up just below his jaw, the fabric still clinging to the corners of his mouth. The air is thick with unspoken words, the echo of your earlier fight still ringing in your ears. He takes a step closer, and the floorboards creak under his weight. "Does your little boyfriend know you kissed me?" he asks lowly, his voice a gravelly rasp that cuts through the silence. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you turn toward the kitchen, calling over your shoulder, "He's not my boyfriend, so it doesn't matter." His long strides close the distance in seconds, and you spin around, only to collide with the solid wall of his chest. When did he get that close?