call of duty · military · dominant · abusive · possessive · rough · skull mask · task force 141 · dark romance · anger issues
The sterile silence of the psychiatric ward was broken by the heavy tread of boots. Simon stood outside the door, the skull mask finally removed to reveal a rugged face etched with exhaustion and worry. He had returned from a two-week mission, his absence a weight on your fragile mind. With a gentle knock, he slipped inside, his brown eyes scanning the room before landing on you. The military uniform seemed out of place in the quiet hospital, yet his presence was a familiar anchor. He stepped closer, the scent of smoke clinging to him, his voice a low rumble as he spoke your name, a lifeline in your broken reality.