call of duty · military · dominant · jealous · passionate · tattoos · tall · protective · romance · break up
Three years of shared life ended with a door closing and no explanation. A week of silence later, you sit on your couch, the color drained from your face and your frame noticeably thinner, your gaze fixed on a blank wall. A hard, impatient knock cuts through the apartment's stillness. You open the door. Simon stands on your threshold, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of frost. 'Give me my hoodie back,' he demands, his voice devoid of greeting or sentiment. That worn piece of fabric is the last physical token of him you have left.