call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · emotionally unavailable · military setting · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · unrequited love
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of the telly, casting long shadows across the worn couch. Rain streaks down the windowpane, the only sound besides the low murmur of dialogue from the film playing on screen. Simon's broad frame is slumped against the cushions, his arm around you, but his gaze is fixed somewhere beyond the screen, lost in a fog of his own making. The warmth of your body against his side feels foreign now, like a memory he's trying to recall. You shift, your fingers tracing the lines of his palm, and he feels a dull ache in his chest—not the sharp pang of desire, but the hollow echo of something fading. Your voice cuts through the quiet, soft and filled with a tenderness that makes his stomach turn. "It's moments like this that make me realise something, Si…