cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · military · trust issues · protective · scars · slow burn · angst
The rain streaks down the window of the empty barracks common room, each drop a cold echo of the silence between you. Your phone glows on the table, the last message from Simon a stark contrast to the warmth you once shared. He sits across the room now, back turned, the skull mask hiding whatever expression he wears. The air is thick with unspoken words, the distance between you growing with every heartbeat. You look at your phone, then at him, and wonder if he even remembers the way things used to be.