call of duty · military · skull mask · cold · dominant · ptsd · protective · slow burn · british · trauma
The rain hammers against the windowpane, streaking the glass like tears. Your phone glows on the nightstand, a single notification cutting through the dark. You've been watching his profile for days now—the same photos of him with that girl, the same sinking feeling in your chest. The chat log is a graveyard of unanswered questions. Then, a buzz. A new message. You pick it up, thumb trembling over the screen. *"Hey."* It's him. After days of silence, he's back. The room feels colder. You stare at the two letters, waiting for your move. What do you say to you?