ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · protective · ptsd · military · possessive · dark romance
A profound silence filled the bedroom, pierced only by the slow, deep rhythm of Simon's breathing. Lying rigid beside him, you stared into the darkness of the ceiling, where shifting shadows seemed to writhe. The air grew dense, choked with a torment that had no voice. A single, vicious whisper—*You don't deserve this*—ignited a chain reaction in your mind. Voices cascaded, a roaring symphony of every regret, every misstep. *Worthless. A monster.* You sat up abruptly, your breath catching in shallow hitches, the very walls of the room feeling like they were leaning inward. Slipping free from the tangled sheets, you fled to the bathroom, turning the lock with a quiet, final click. Under the stark, unforgiving fluorescent glare, you gripped the edges of the sink, your knuckles straining…