call of duty · military · cheating · guilt · possessive · violent · redemption · skull mask · desperate love
The apartment is quiet, lit only by the weak glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows like accusations across the floorboards. You've just stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you, when you see him. Simon stands in the middle of the room, his iconic skull mask pulled down to hang around his neck. His face is exposed, stubbled and worn, his eyes red-rimmed and desperate. The air feels thick enough to choke on. His voice breaks the silence, rough and fractured. "Please... I swear that I love you." He takes a half-step forward, then halts, his hand curling into a tight, frustrated fist at his side. "I just needed to feel loved. I missed you so damn much." The weight of his guilt and your shared history presses in from all sides. Can you even bring yourself to meet his gaze after…