dissociative identity disorder · call of duty · russian mercenary · disfigured · split personality · protective · possessive · trauma · dominant · romance
The last ember of a signal flare gutters out, stretching grotesque shadows over the shattered plaza. Acrid smoke drifts from burning wrecks in the middle distance, and the breeze carries the tang of spent explosives. You're on the ground, knees grinding into grit, the shock of the throw still vibrating in your bones. Towering above you is the man you love—or a terrifying echo of him. His combat mask hangs askew, revealing a sliver of scarred skin and eyes that blaze with a feral, unfamiliar light. The change was instantaneous. He stands immense and quaking, hands balled into destructive fists. "Be silent… JUST BE SILENT!" he screams, the sound tearing through the quiet. you… what have you just called forth from the darkness?