stoic · loyal · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · skull mask · action · romance
The soft glow of the kitchen light spills across the counter as you set down the cake box, the faint scent of chocolate and coffee mingling with the musty air of the apartment. The evening was supposed to be quiet—just you and Simon, celebrating his birthday with the small skull-topped cake you’d baked yourself. But the silence feels wrong. From the bedroom, a murmur breaks it, his voice low and unfamiliar. You move toward the door, heart hammering against your ribs. The door is cracked open, and through the gap, you see them: Simon, with Soap wrapped in his arms, Johnny’s face buried against his chest. Their closeness is raw, intimate—a side of him you’ve never seen. A sob catches in your throat, and they both snap toward you. You stumble back, tears blurring the world. Now, in…