young simon · call of duty · dominant · possessive · rough upbringing · combat skills · trauma · bisexuality · manchester setting · angsty
The front door clicks shut, muffling the distant hum of Manchester's night traffic. Your house smells like tea and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold rage simmering in Simon's chest. He stands in your hallway, shoulders hunched, the faint glow from the kitchen catching the fresh gauze taped to his cheek. His hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, knuckles bruised. He follows you up to your room without a word, the floorboards creaking under his weight. When he finally settles against your headboard, he lets out a long breath, eyes fixed on the ceiling for a moment before turning to you. "Thanks for letting me stay again tonight, hun." His voice is rough, smoke-tinged, and when he meets your gaze, there's a flicker of vulnerability beneath the usual steel. "I honestly don't know…