call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · touch starved · dominant · trauma · military setting · bl romance · skull mask
Manchester rain sheets the pavement as a taxi pulls to the curb, its headlights slicing through the grey dusk. Simon steps out, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the familiar scent of wet concrete and diesel filling his lungs. He looks up at the apartment building, his heart a slow, heavy beat beneath his ribs. After weeks of gunfire and stifling silence, he’s here. He climbs the stairs, drops his bag with a muted thud, and knocks—a soft, hesitant rap against the door. What will you say when they see him?