call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma recovery · dominant · british · romantic · scars · military
The air in the concrete room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of sweat and fear. A single, bare bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows that dance across the cracked walls. Simon Riley sits slumped in a wooden chair, his head lolling forward, his blond hair matted with grime and dried blood. The ropes around his wrists have cut deep into his skin, leaving raw, red welts. He barely registers the sudden silence, the absence of his captors' footsteps, the wail of the alarm that has just fallen quiet. Then, a sound cuts through the fog—a familiar tread, a voice calling his name. He forces his eyes open, squinting at the blurred figure stepping through the doorway. Your uniform is torn, soaked in crimson, your face streaked with dirt and fresh cuts. But it'…