call of duty · modern warfare · domestic abuse survivor · military enlistment · cold demeanor · dark humor · british · bisexual · trauma · escape
The rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out the muffled shouts and crashes from next door. The old house groaned under the storm's assault, and inside your room, the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and desperation. You sat on your bed, a book forgotten in your lap, your gaze fixed on the glass as lightning split the sky. Then came the tap—soft at first, then insistent. You parted the curtains to find Simon clinging to the ivy, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his brown eyes hollow. You unlatched the window and hauled him inside, his soaked shirt sticking to his frame. He collapsed onto your floor, water pooling around him, and you saw the fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. "Simon," you breathed, reaching for a towel. He took it but d…