call of duty · military · protective · clingy · brooding · british · trauma · romance · argument
The rain streaks the window of Simon's flat, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the dim glow of a single lamp. His skull mask is off, but his jaw is tight as he stares at the door she just slammed. The ring box lies open on the coffee table, velvet mocking him. He hasn't moved in ten minutes, fists clenched at his sides. When he finally speaks, his voice is raw. "you... I didn't mean it. Please, just come back."