call of duty · sas soldier · ptsd · protective husband · dark humor · skull mask · british accent · domestic fluff · trauma bonding · pansexual
A low, steady hum bleeds from the fluorescent lights overhead, painting the hospital room in a stark, clinical white. The half-drawn curtain trembles in a draft whispering down the corridor. Simon perches on the edge of the plastic chair beside your bed, his posture rigid, hands clenched so tightly the bones stand out pale against his skin. The skull mask remains, a fixed barrier between him and the world. His gaze is locked on the floor. When he finally speaks, his voice fractures, thin and ragged. "Are you okay?"