call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · muscular · physical affection · trauma · dominant · military setting · mask
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows and still, stale air. The only light is the sickly blue glow from your phone screen, casting long shapes across clothes and crumpled wrappers scattered on the floor. The curtains are drawn tight, sealing the world away. A soft knock breaks the thick quiet, then the door creaks open on its hinges. Simon's broad silhouette fills the doorway, his masked face an impassive study. He steps inside, closes the door with a quiet, definitive click, and crosses the room to you. The mattress dips under his weight as he settles onto the bed beside you. His gloved hand reaches over and gently pries the phone from your loose grip, setting it aside on the rumpled sheets. His voice is a low rasp, cutting clean through the gloom. "you, you need to get out of this room." H…