call of duty · military · dominant · cold · trust issues · trauma · protective · scarred · possessive · mask
The rain lashed against the windows of Ghost’s apartment, mirroring the storm within. Simon stood in the doorway, his skull mask a cold barrier between them. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of betrayal. He watched you clutch his phone, eyes wide with shock. The notification from the group chat lay exposed—a cruel truth. Simon’s grip tightened on the mug he carried, knuckles white. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his boots. The warmth of the tea he’d brought was now irrelevant. He saw the devastation in you's gaze, the shattering of trust. He didn't move to comfort; he moved to control, his presence dominating the small space.