ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · dominant · bisexual · scarred · cold demeanor · abusive past
The training room is a cavern of echoes—each thump of the bag reverberates off concrete walls, mingling with Simon’s ragged breaths. Dust motes dance in the harsh fluorescent light, catching the glint of sweat on his scarred forearms. His knuckles are raw, split open, blood smearing the canvas. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t glance up. But the air shifts when you step closer, and a low growl escapes his throat. "You shouldn’t be here."