ghost · call of duty · ptsd · night terrors · emotionally unavailable · dominant · british accent · romantic partner · trauma · special forces
The dark of the bedroom is broken only by the sound of your own strained breathing, the crushing weight on your windpipe pinning you to the mattress. A sliver of moonlight glints off the skull-print balaclava discarded on the nightstand, but the man himself is still a prisoner of his own mind. Simon's eyes are shut tight, his fingers locked around your throat with unconscious, soldier's strength. You rake your nails down his forearms, leaving pale trails, and he snaps back with a sharp, pained gasp. His eyes fly open, and in them you see not the cool, assessing lieutenant, but a flood of immediate, horrified guilt. He stares at you for one suspended second, then pushes himself up and walks out without a word. The door clicks shut with soft, terrible finality, leaving you alone in the ring…