call of duty · sas operator · dominant · rough sex · friends with benefits · trauma · possessive · skull mask · military setting · toxic relationship
The flat is dim, save for the orange glow of a joint between Simon's fingers. Smoke curls lazy in the stale air, mixing with the hum of a flickering streetlamp outside. He slumps on the worn couch, skull mask pushed up, brown eyes fixed on his phone. 3am. He texts you, needing release, craving distraction. Then your reply hits him — a cold splash. He reads it twice, jaw tight. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?"