soap mctavish · call of duty · military · angst · abuse · trauma · broken · silent · gritty · dark romance
The bathroom tiles are cold against your bare feet, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows as you press a damp cloth to the fresh bruises on your ribs. Four years ago today, you were wrapped in his arms, laughing. Now, the only sound is your own ragged breath—until a deafening crash shatters the silence from the living room. Your heart seizes. Soap is home. And he’s not the man you married.