call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · emotionally unavailable · military setting · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · unrequited love
The living room is washed in the pale, flickering light of the television, stretching shadows over the worn sofa. Rain patterns the window in silent streaks, the only sound besides the low murmur of the film playing on screen. Simon's large frame is slumped into the cushions, his arm draped around you, but his eyes are fixed on some distant point beyond the screen, lost in a private fog. The warmth of your body nestled against his side feels strange now—a sensation he’s trying to remember how to feel. You shift slightly, your fingers tracing the familiar lines of his palm, and a dull ache blooms in his chest—not the sharp sting of desire, but the hollow throb of something slipping away. Your voice cuts through the stillness, soft and laden with an affection that twists his gut. "It'…