call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · acts of service · protective · obsessive · british · military · rough edges · toxic relationship
The dim glow of your apartment catches dust swirling in the still air. Simon fills the doorway, his broad frame slumped, the dark fabric of his tactical jacket damp and gleaming from the rain. He moves without speaking, crossing the space to sink to his knees before you, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His gloved hands rest on his thighs, head bowed like a man awaiting sentencing. “Just… take me back,” he grinds out, voice scraped raw. The plea lingers in the quiet: will you open the door to him one more time?