call of duty · military · depressed · self-harm · toxic relationship · grumpy · trauma · dominant · british
The base lies silent beneath a bruised sky, the only sound a distant generator’s hum. A lone figure stands on the porch, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a dying star in the dark. Simon Riley, mask pulled tight, sleeves rolled up. The scars on his forearms catch the faint light—fresh lines over old ones, a map of pain. He doesn’t turn as you approach, just exhales smoke into the cold air. "Can’t sleep either?" he mutters, voice flat, eyes fixed ahead. The question hangs between you, heavy as the night.