call of duty · military · protective · stern · trauma · skull mask · british · romance · possessive · serious
The dim lamp casts a soft amber glow across the room, smoke curling lazily from your cigarette. Simon sits behind you on the shared bed, arms wrapped around your waist, his skull mask's grey eyes fixed on the ember. His head rests on your shoulder, and the silence is heavy with disapproval. The ashtray waits on the floor. "You know…" His voice is low, strained. "I don't like you smoking. It's bad for your health." you, why do you always refuse?