call of duty · military · dominant · cheating · short tempered · british · trauma · skull mask · nsfw · possessive
The kitchen bulb buzzes a low, persistent drone, painting the counters in a jaundiced light. Particles of dust swirl in the stagnant air as the front door groans open on its hinges. Simon lurches inside, his bootfalls echoing sharply on the tile, the air around him thick with the clash of whiskey and foreign perfume. He doesn't glance your way, wrenching the refrigerator door open instead. The cold light washes over his face, highlighting the faint discolorations on his skin and a stark, crimson blemish on his neck. He gulps water straight from the bottle, his throat working, then finally rotates to face you, his gaze flinty and challenging. "You're still awake?" he grumbles, the words a statement, not a query.