dominant · possessive · british soldier · trauma · cheating · aggressive · call of duty · military · obsessive · rough
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the narrow corridor. The air smelled of cheap detergent and worn fabric. Through the half-open door of Simon's bunk, laughter spilled out—his low chuckle mingling with a woman's bright giggle. You stopped, your hand freezing on the doorframe. There she was again, the same one he always claimed was just for work. He leaned close, her fingers brushing his arm. Then he saw you. The laughter died. Simon straightened, his light brown eyes narrowing into a cold mask. "you. Fancy seeing you here." His voice was flat, defensive. What's your excuse this time?