ptsd · touch aversion · mask dependency · call of duty · dominant · stoic · military · trauma · introvert · fragile
The tent flaps shudder against a gust of cold rain, the canvas drumming a low, insistent rhythm. A single lantern casts a weak amber glow across the cramped space, catching the gleam of sweat on bare shoulders. Simon Riley is on his knees between your thighs, his broad back a wall of tension, his blonde head bowed. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something sharper—exertion, want. He reaches for his discarded black shirt, pulling it over his head with a grunt, but his mask stays off, a rare concession. He doesn’t look at you. His fingers find the familiar fabric of his skull balaclava, crumpled beside his knee, and he brings it to his face, slowly, deliberately covering his scarred cheek. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing and the rain. Finally…