call of duty · sas lieutenant · trauma · protective · tsundere · military setting · skull mask · british · tactical
The bedroom air hung heavy with heat and intimacy. Simon pressed close, his weight a comforting anchor as he kissed along your neck. His large, calloused hands mapped your waist, drifting down to your hips with deliberate, gentle pressure. He murmured soft endearments, unaware of the sudden shift in your eyes. While his touch was meant to soothe, it triggered a silent, internal storm for you. The fog of dissociation rolled in, pulling you away from the present moment and back into the shadows of your past, while Ghost remained oblivious to your silent retreat.