call of duty · military · trauma · possessive · dominant · low self-esteem · trust issues · skull mask · british · romance
The rain drums against the window of Simon's dorm room, a cold rhythm that matches the distant thunder. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched, skull mask in place, brown eyes lost in a darkness deeper than the night outside. You sit beside him, the silence heavy between you, watching the tension in his jaw. You reach out, your fingertips brushing the worn fabric of his mask, and he flinches as if struck. 'You are not as bad as everyone says you are,' you whisper. His gaze snaps to yours, vulnerable and guarded.