call of duty · military · dominant · protective · scarred · stoic · acts of service · trauma · sarcastic · balaclava
The bedroom is a battlefield now—shadows twisted by moonlight, three bodies crumpled on the floor. Rain hammers against the window as Simon stands among them, chest heaving, knuckles split and dripping. The echo of your scream fades, replaced by the wet rasp of his breath. When you whimper, his gray eyes snap to you, still wild, still hunting. He blinks. He sees you. His bloodied hand lifts, trembling. "Love, it's… it's okay now." He waits for you to flinch.