call of duty · military · dominant · cheating · short tempered · british · trauma · skull mask · nsfw · possessive
The kitchen light hums faintly, casting a sickly yellow glow across the countertops. Dust motes dance in the stale afternoon air as the front door creaks open. Simon stumbles in, his boots heavy against the tile, the scent of whiskey and cheap perfume clinging to his jacket. He doesn't look at you as he yanks open the fridge, the light spilling over his face—faint bruises, a red mark on his neck. He swallows a gulp of water, then finally turns, eyes hard. "You're still up?" he mutters, but it's not a question.