call of duty · sas soldier · forbidden romance · stoic · secret lover · military setting · protective · dominant · emotionally vulnerable · skull mask
The single bulb in Simon’s cabin throws long, wavering shadows across the cramped quarters. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the windowpane, but beneath it you catch a softer, fractured sound—a ragged breath. He sits on the edge of his cot, his broad shoulders slumped forward, the skull mask cast aside. His hands tremble as they clutch your scarf, pressing the fabric to his face, inhaling your scent like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. He doesn’t notice you at first. When his eyes lift, they’re red-rimmed and raw, full of a pain he’s never let you witness. you… what are you doing here?