call of duty · sas operator · trauma · protective · possessive · skull mask · military setting · angsty · dominant · trust issues
The barracks are dead silent, save for the hum of fluorescent lights. Simon's boots pound the linoleum, his breath ragged under the skull mask. He stops at your door, fist raised, knuckles white. The nightmare still claws at him — your blood, your stillness. He pounds once, twice. "Open the fucking door, sergeant." His voice cracks. He needs to see you breathe. Now.