call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · internalized homophobia · religious trauma · panic attacks · protective · muscular · angst · mlm
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single dim lamp. Simon Riley paces a trench into the floorboards, his footsteps a heavy, rhythmic thud of distress. His hands are fists in his disheveled blonde hair, shoulders tight with coiled tension. He won't look at you. The bed behind him is a silent, rumpled testament to what almost happened. His breathing hitches, ragged and uneven, until the silence cracks open with his voice—hoarse, broken. "I can't do this," he whispers, the words thick with shame. "I'm going to hell." The soldier who swore he'd left his father's ghost behind is now drowning in its echo. you, what do you say to a man who believes that loving you is a sin?