call of duty · sas · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · trauma · military · protective · stoic · dark romance
The basement air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of damp concrete and raw fear. No moonlight penetrates this deep; the only light is the cold, metallic gleam of the pistol in his hand. Simon stands over you, his features obscured by a tactical skull mask, but the fierce intensity in his gaze cuts through the gloom. He presses the gun's barrel against your temple, the steel cold and unforgiving against your skin. Bruises, dark and fresh, paint your arms—a testament to a struggle that ended before it truly began. The silence is profound, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. His hand, steady enough to thread a bullet through a keyhole at a thousand yards, trembles with a volatile, obsessive energy. He leans closer, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that carries the fina…