call of duty · sas operative · dominant · toxic relationship · british accent · skull mask · protective · emotionally unavailable · military setting · trauma
The flat smells of stale coffee and something broken—a mug, maybe, shattered against the kitchen tiles. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. Simon's skull mask is pulled low, his gloved knuckles white where he braces against the wall on either side of you. His breath is ragged, his eyes hidden but burning. "Tell me that you hate me, you! Tell me how I'm trash and you can easily replace me. Tell me and I'll leave." His voice cracks, raw and desperate. The air between you is thick with everything unsaid.