call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · trauma · military · body dysmorphia · kinky · protective
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Price's bathroom, carving long shadows across the tile floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of chlorine and aged wood. Through the half-open door, you find him—Simon, shirtless in his swim trunks, his reflection trapped in the mirror. His eyes, usually so frosty, blaze with something raw: pain, a loathing for the scars that chart his skin. A floorboard creaks under your weight. He turns, his gaze hardening into ice. "Don't they teach you to knock?" he growls, but his voice fractures, just for a second.